In Half Dark
This morning, in half
dark, I reached
for a piece of light
on the floor,
thinking it to be paper—
my tidy self
always putting the world
away. But
what I found and felt
was nothing,
a not there that is
and will be,
starlight that left
the sun
and finally worked
its way into
my home and empty
hand.
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Poignant.
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