Earthscape artwork by Andres Amador
The Mystery of Your Darkness
You have been happy this last month, I think.
I think you have been happy here with us.
You jog in the mornings, then take a walk.
You listen to your music on the run,
then, listen to the morning, the birdsong,
the locusts' wings, the wind through the trees.
You move lightly now, it seems, almost free
from the yoke you lugged so long in silence.
So, when you go quiet now, as you do—
"radio silence"—I assume the worst.
You hate when I try to piece it together—
the mystery of your darkness, so instead
I lay in bed and pray it lifts with my words,
with your breath, and with the coming dawn.