In the Dark Night
now is when the phone rings
when the dreams rise and fall
now is when most of us arrive
and now is when we depart
in the pre-dawn darkness
our monsters arrive
to take away our sure logic
leaving us with unknowns
when our fears are strong
when our eyes are shuttered by the dark
our ears are keen for the unexpected
small things seem enormous
now is the time we can’t count
the comings and goings of souls
now is the time we can’t measure
and categorize and control
we lose the fine lines of the EKG
and the ridges and whorls of the fingerprint
the sure beating of the heart
we lose the measure of who we are
but still dawn creeps forward
into the chaos of darkness
and the earth turns
without any one of us doing a thing
day arrives
jeweled in sunlight
we can finally see
what the night has brought
Pamela Olson, 5/12/08
This was written in response to the prompt
at Poefusion.
Photo: by Andrew Mrt1976
artwork Fingerprint
from flickr
