Shadows
In darkness thus shadow’d with a keyring flashlight.
It’s green; it’s gray.
It takes away the misstep of hollowness.
The bed, a boat.
The waves of massive shadows in caves.
They growl and groan after midnight.
Bested by the harrowing shadows, no hero.
When grief came, fear fled.
The boat knew the rapids.
Each day awoke with the beginning of death.
Waters receded, white walls depleted, paintings
falling from the artist’s paws, with no applause.
Plausible? Unthinkable? Sinkable?
We choose which meander to follow.
The flashlight, a green beginning of a new life.
Of doubt? Of faith? Of fear? Of falling?
Falling out of the boat into the shadows.
If I dream I recover; cover my feet.
My eyes see more than wrong and right.
They see God. I’ll be alright.
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