Darkness
I rushed through the unlit
Sanctuary, focused on not
Stumbling over unseen hazards.
Past the draped and silenced
Piano I stopped still and stood in the
Soaring empty space, and found
Alone with one light was
Plenty enough to see
How full the darkness is.
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This week's theme is "fast."
This post is part of a the poetry series, "In the Details" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live.
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