In the dark it is Light

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.