The Question Of Light And Dark
I am a lover of light
by Lee Ann Schaffer
You desire the dark
I open the window shades,
You close them;
I welcome in the morning with a hope swollen heart while
You cower in the covers.
I return in the evening to find
You happy and cozy with one 60 watt lamp.
I flip on every light I can to allay the anxiety that grips my now deflated heart while
You are just coming alive: things are just cooking for you
Your only anxiety coming from concern over the expected excessive electricity bill.
How can we two coexist:
One who rides the sun and
The other who swings on the moon?
The question used to gnaw at the back of my brain, though I tried to ignore it.
Like one tries to pretend she doesn’t have a problem with mice
Though there’s a small hole at the bottom of the rear wall of the garage and
A suspicious pile under the lawnmower.