as there has been light,
something has been there
to get in the way of it—
casting its absence
as a twin left behind,
a piece of the dark
in the shape
of its essence,
recognizable
in an instant, built
out of absence,
and showing us—we
who pace late
in our bedclothes,
we who blockade light
ourselves with these
bodies—even less
than these shadows,
even less
than the night.
