Just the Weather

I.

The light and the darkness
painfully blunt
dreadfully dull
The past defines the present like a fatigued storm metaphor

we are prisoners of consequence, in justifiable bondage
and every step that we stumble sends us further down the line

the light casts its shadow over our perpetual march

chained together in a familiar way

but if we could just reach a hand out 

across the threshold

to be drenched in golden light

II.

the light and darkness
simple and clean

mercifully naive

never alone

Its gaze is constant

watched forever

for an eternity
your greed, your anger, your weakness, your fear

forever exposed to its burning rays
illuminated
and enshrined


III.

hands held
gazes met
lips pursed
muscles tensed
blinding light
empty darkness
but then:

overcast