Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Cat's Eye (late 1980's)

It gradually came to me
The shape of the room
I sighed and wiped my eyes
Looking (in the dark)
Like the haggard father on
The family sitcom of the '50's.
In an emergency
I could run out of my house
with my eyes blindfolded
and not touch a thing
except the floor
I would grab the doorhandle perfectly
But all buildings are different
Emergencies often don't happen at home
and you can only run if you're aware of the crisis
I could be laughing silly
while my life was being altered
somewhere simultaneously
to recognize the shapes in a dark room
you have to be there awhile
I couldn't say which is worse
to be in the room in the dark
or in the light, unknowing, blissful
unaware
I think I would rather know I was in the dark
than believe I was in the light
because in the dark
it gradually came to me
the shape of the room

It's old light but it's enough to see by

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