SHE; DARKNESS, a poem

It’s serendipity upon reading Okwudili's “The Beauty of Darkness” and thought of my poem (1980s), “She, Darkness”.

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It was beyond the Light –

that I saw Darkness;

Without which –Light has –

no pattern — no shape –

no movement; that is –

it does not exist.

Gently, I move in and out;

Then faster — holding onto –

the speed of light.

Aha! My arms embrace –

my own life.

The experience — of becoming-

Was forming -infinite patterns.

I became — each cell –

that expanded — burst –

and came back into itself.

Then, one — “cosmic” night –

I stayed — darkness. Each dream was –

A movie; Deep sleep — alive –

And throbbing. Sound woke me –

Then echoed — into the next dream.

And the cycle repeated — over and over –

’til morning — brought a state –

Of enraptured freshness.

Thank you for reading and appreciating serendipity. Please enjoy Okwudili’s

The Beauty of Darkness.