I Need the Dark

I Need the Dark

poetry, I need the dark

When you haven’t seen the stars in a month, your heart starts caving in. You need stars in your life. But China is not conducive to dark skies. At all. Especially not in the middle of Shanghai. 

And after watching the Lion King in Chinese, I needed a night sky. Simba’s out in the African desert, and he has this glorious vision of stars, Mufasa, and his destiny. I’m not crazy. I’m not looking for Mufasa or destiny in the sky. But I am looking for some space. Room to be myself, breathe in evening air, and enjoy the vastness of space.

But you don’t get that in Shanghai. Instead, I wrote a poem about how much I desperately wanted a real night sky. Not an artificial sky, illuminated by shiny lights, humidity, and pollution. A quiet, night sky.

Darkness Needed

Inkiness to never cease

Endless rolling depths of peace

Sound and shape all decrease

I need the dark

Grey thick air all around

Hemmed and weighed full of sound

Constant light, empty time never found

I need the dark

Begging for a canopy of space

Dreaming of room to breathe in grace

Reaching for stars to touch my face

I need the dark

Never seeing yet always growing

Time and words all slowing

Dark converging, myself knowing

I need the dark

And there you have it. My first poem about darkness, I think. I’m not one to actually enjoy darkness. I mean, I’m practically blind. I have a natural aversion to being out of control, and for a nearly blind person, that’s what darkness equals. Stubbed toes, banging into doors, not knowing where you’re going.

But sometimes you need the peace that only a dark night sky has. Not a spooky kind of darkness. Calming, rolling darkness. Dark skies that let you think and stare at the Milky Way.


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