From depths beyond the edge of conscious thought
it waited,
crouched in shadow just watching,
like I tend to do,
not really in a hurry -
content.
A dull glow from within it
was swallowed by the dark imposed
by the light in the distance,
just as stars seem dim on the city’s outskirts.
Within that light, the glowing presence of awareness,
one danced, reflecting brilliantly
in the spotlight.
It was real
enough.
But as every dancer does
it tired.
Once, it stopped. But
catching a second wind it persevered.
The light shined
just as it always had
for a while.
Flicker.
Doubt - a virus that once planted
may grow. Or maybe it won’t.
But it doesn’t go away.
As it is though it grew
and grew
until the light was but a bare bulb
spawning inky shadows and blurred lines and
really no light at all.
No light at all.
Darkness.
But not complete, for
there is a glow.
There, in the distance
that once seemed an abyss.
In light it was invisible
and just shadow,
but now in that forgiving absence
it is the Light.
