RIDING DARKNESS
Now dark, quickly dark.
Gentle motion reveals the presence of darkly
invisible waves just out that window.
We ride the dark surface, just as our lives ride
the boundary between life and death, sensing motion, trying to maintain our
balance, something out of our control rippling by our soul, sensed not seen,
treading an unseen surface separating life from an utterly unknowable depth
into which we will inevitably sink. The darkness, the unknowable depth,
the unseen ripples we sense and dark tsunamis we dread, the darkness, the
blankness, the unknowable depths, that is our canvas, the great blank canvas of
life without answers on which we decide what matters.
