Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Edge of Light

I find myself at the edge of the light on either side of the day.
they were but moments,
passed in between.

I teeter on this edge
before falling into the abyss of sleep.
Swimming across
to reach an identical edge in the obverse.

This half light
half drapes objects
in a murky, milky mist
before dropping a
complete cover of darkness
erasing all lines.

Light unzips the night
like a movie running backwards
I watch
as dark reverses to light.

When I stop looking--
I can see.