Between the Flashes

But actuality is when the lighthouse darkens between the flashes. It’s not the flash itself—the blinding light and sharp exposure of all that we believe to be so sacred. It’s the moment when it fades away and when the shadows begin to dance. There is darkness all around you, dancing around your feet. You haven’t seen it for many years. If you want to be a poet perhaps you need to let them live. But do you want to be a poet?

15 October 2024