Category : Poems

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I know darkness. All too well. 
Light, not so much. 
I did once but my memory of light
is blurred by darkness’ abduction. 
I sometimes notice Light:
in small gestures of strangers
and in the eyes of innocent animals. 
I sometimes see glimpses of Light 
in photographs captured before I suffered loss
and in the genuine laugh of a child. 
Still, I don’t pay much attention 
because it’s impolite to stare—
but maybe sometime, even next time,
I will say hello, and maybe then
I will find that the invitation to 
stay has always been there.

gemnah maley bray