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
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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