KAREN KILIMNIK
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Nightfall
“Faith sees best in the dark.”
~
Kierkegaard
Darkness slides in.
Curled on wild thoughts,
you see light in a distant
window, hear pots clang
in someone's kitchen.
You feel for a candle.
But the darkness lifts your arms,
moves about your knees,
and softens your gaze.
It uncurls your fingers,
and in your palm, it
places a mystery
moves about your knees,
and softens your gaze.
It uncurls your fingers,
and in your palm, it
places a mystery
You begin to see
the dark curves unfold.
the dark curves unfold.
You remember.
The
doe moves
along a
moonless
trail,
shy and
hungry.
She makes
her
way quietly.
Without
warning,
the
path opens.
Another
has been here,
has
pressed the wild
grasses
down, warmed
them
like a nest.
Ringed
by whispers
in the
dark trees,
she can
close her eyes.
This is not how you stay safe.
This is how you survive.
Kathleen Kimball-Baker –
September 2015
2 comments:
I really like this. At first I thought...zombies. Then...I thought 1700s snowy woods. All in all, it has that age old feeling of practiced survival.
Wow. That's cool, Michael. Zombies were not on my radar screen. But survival,m definitely. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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