96% of the Universe is Dark
Open the door
and greet the moment
the dark begins.
the dark begins.
The dark, like a road
poured to your door
has brought to you the world,
to shelter from brilliance.
Open the door
poured to your door
has brought to you the world,
to shelter from brilliance.
Open the door
and greet the moment
the dark begins.
the dark begins.
The world spins
by a twisting dark scarf
pulled from its shoulders.
Open the door
by a twisting dark scarf
pulled from its shoulders.
Open the door
and greet the moment
the dark begins.
Every hand! All hands!
To to edge! Catch hold
of the dark that unrolls
before your door.
Open your door.
Open your door. The moment.
The moment the dark begins.
Open your door.
Open your door. The moment.
The moment the dark begins.
All! Pull! Strive!
We must turn
the earth ourselves
this night.
Sink your hands into the dark
cloth, fold upon fold.
Plunge your hands in,
Sink your hands into the dark
cloth, fold upon fold.
Plunge your hands in,
your little warmed air,
coddled in closed throat,
rips from you,
breath taken by the
fierce strings.
Hold to. Hold to.
Lean back and pull.
Not every door has opened this night.
Not every hand has taken hold.
Not every breath sacrificed.
But enough.
Enough, if you pull.
Pull! Take hold of the night!
The dark cloth, the heavy bolt,
the hours and hours
you roll into your hands,
strand by strand,
you put away the longest night
like a beloved carpet,
rolled tight against wear.
Each takes a little inside,
a thin fiber of dark breath
hidden until called out,
when night has starved
itself into summer
and cries stars.
Come out and greet
with me the moment
the dark begins
and you will have rooms
and rooms of beauty
each other day,
every other day,
every other thread
every other day,
every other thread
all the night and day
will be yours.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
I read this poem out loud at my poetry page, A Cast of One.
Poetry Friday is hosted today by AmoXcalli.