Not Alone In The Dark

They snuff the streetlights early ‘round this way;

Illumination’s rationed to those routes –

The widened ones, the easy ones, the clay

So trampled by a million deadened boots,

Who pass, downcast, at break and end of day,

From A to B with obdurate commutes,

For those who wander may be led astray,

To grope and fumble to new, dark pursuits.

For me, the unknown darkness holds no fear –

I seek it out, investigate, and peer

Into intriguing corners as I wend,

With certainty I’ll always find a friend,

For I have stellar company to guide me:

The lanternarii of old beside me.

AB