FACING THE DARKNESS
I asked the Sun if I
could stay with him.
“No.”
I won’t be too much
trouble.
I don’t need much.
“You cannot.”
But I’m lonely in the
night.
And the darkness
frightens me.
I want to stay with
your light.
It will comfort me.
“I travel alone.”
But surely your arms
are big enough?
Your chariot lavish
enough?
“I am too swift, too
fiery.”
But in the dark I
feel I might die.
I shiver with fear.
I am naked and blind.
“But you always reach
the morning.”
Because you always come.
“Because you always do.”
Just once, can I come
with you?
I do not feel brave
tonight.
I do not want to face
the darkness alone.
“You cannot come with
me.”
And with that he
left, and the darkness came.
And his words echoed
in my mind.
But I did not hear,
“You cannot come with me,” in my mind.
I heard, “I cannot
come with you.”
It is I, after all,
who must face the darkness alone.
