Sight: a poem.

I want to say something

Of the way darkness seeks

The light

And the light, darkness.

The pursuit is necessary,

Urgent, everywhere.

And more: a heart that can see

Cannot differentiate.

Merely, it opens.

For suffering, for softness.

For rage, for ravishment.

For the breathtaking
Beauty entwined in every pain.

This is nothing new;

My saying it is not profound.

But the truth of it bites me,

Hard and on purpose –

Asking, now that you see,

What will you do?