Waking Up to the Dark

Off,
                  way off in the distance,
perhaps it was in a dream,
I heard the call of presence
                  beating like a drum.

My soul heard it first
and turned on the lights.

In that 3 a.m. darkness
I saw only the stars,
but felt the stone antiquity
off which came the echoes
of a howling wolf.

Immediately,
                  immediately I knew.
I knew to let go,
                  to really let go.

There was nothing to do,
                  nothing I could do.

I waited silently hoping
the sun would soon rise,
yet knowing the moon glow
would have to be enough.

Even clearer to me this morning
is my awakening to the realization
I must learn to live in darkness.

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This poem was written on November 12, 2025.