Twenty Four: Thirty Five

Photo by Yoann Siloine on Unsplash

In photography,
The camera paints with light-
It finds shapes in the dark
And etches them into sight.

So,
Is reality’s canvas-
Not white-
But black?

I prefer light this way,
Not having to run,
Peeling at layers when night is done.

It means the latter is the absorber,
The former, the stronger.
It means however I’m stood,
Carved out or hidden,
I’m already rooted into a here.
Knowing with a knowing
What it is to turn;

Towards a Face before which-
All shadows burn.