When darkness slips in
I do not fear the night–
there is comfort found
in the touch of bare feet
against soft cotton sheets.
I watch the pale green glow
of digital numbers chase shadows
across the ceiling, my ever-present
passive-aggressive antagonist
ticking away the passage of my time.
Fate and fortune, joy and loss, desire, expectation
friendship, companionship, aspiration, belief—
…we are all just shadows in the night
our dreams dancing on reality’s rim
as we await the darkness to ferry us away.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
Image:Charon and Psyche by John Roddam Spencer
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