Walking in the Dark

Walking in the Dark


Late night walks are making more sense
as I realize how little of my life

I am really seeing.  Making it home each night
through the black ink of every word of hope

and doom engraved into the emptiness
surrounding me—isn’t it much better

practice than bounding about in daylight
thinking I am understanding everything?

In the dark the actual tree spreads without end,
across time and space, and I begin to sense

that my blindness also travels a route
set in deep earth, exposed to the sky.

4 thoughts on “Walking in the Dark

  1. 5h2o

    Thoreau has a short essay about walking at night called ‘Night and Moonlight’. Your poem reminded me of it. If you have not read it, it might perhaps be something you enjoy.


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