I Would Not Be Left in the Dark

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to gocomes a summer’s new moon eve knowing exactly how to shift my weight avoiding my brother’s fate caught by the creaking and moaning the steps complaining as he was sneaking in not me, I knew better, a toe roll to heel slow and steady and silent as snowI descend to the basement door furtherest away from grown ups ears and fears of the night, of new moon, of pitch black naked foot feels the riser with big crackI know where I am and one then two I’m next to the yew, I smell the sugary sweet berries turn right, feel the earth slop beneath my feet levels by the willow that brushes against my face 17 steps one foot two foot to the path into the woodsI feel Rodney root number one with the arch of my foot right on track, 4 steps more Bob, the boulder raise my arms in victory I had done it, I was freeI could see without seeing, I knew just where I was

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, the dark became dim, the shadows emerged I was wrapped in the night nothing to fear, my work to know, my knowing, was my bliss.No one admitted awareness of my new moon forays into the dark Braver and bolder each walk, further each time, through the woods, round the entire neighborhood loop, no streets lights then or porch lights either just the dark, the stars, my breath hanging on the air, it is but shear luck that there was never a skunk.I would not be left in the dark, I could protect and defend I knew the way to dawn and the light, it was my bliss filled haven the new moon night.CFCHRYST NB, NY 2021Thus ends my 30 day poetry challenge. Thank you readers for following along, clapping and letting me know what moved you and struck you. Thank you for the inspiration Diana C. Thank you so very much for giving space to voices such as mine.</article></body>

Ignorance is not bliss

I learned to walk in the dark in case I ever had to flee barefoot and blindfolded

mind you no real because just a caution, a plan, a readiness, I was all of seven

mapped the roots and dips and rocks memorized the barks, encoded each evening smell when the darkness drops I knew exactly how to go

comes a summer’s new moon eve knowing exactly how to shift my weight avoiding my brother’s fate caught by the creaking and moaning the steps complaining as he was sneaking in not me, I knew better, a toe roll to heel slow and steady and silent as snow

I descend to the basement door furtherest away from grown ups ears and fears of the night, of new moon, of pitch black naked foot feels the riser with big crack

I know where I am and one then two I’m next to the yew, I smell the sugary sweet berries turn right, feel the earth slop beneath my feet levels by the willow that brushes against my face 17 steps one foot two foot to the path into the woods

I feel Rodney root number one with the arch of my foot right on track, 4 steps more Bob, the boulder raise my arms in victory I had done it, I was free

I could see without seeing, I knew just where I was, the dark became dim, the shadows emerged I was wrapped in the night nothing to fear, my work to know, my knowing, was my bliss.

No one admitted awareness of my new moon forays into the dark Braver and bolder each walk, further each time, through the woods, round the entire neighborhood loop, no streets lights then or porch lights either just the dark, the stars, my breath hanging on the air, it is but shear luck that there was never a skunk.

I would not be left in the dark, I could protect and defend I knew the way to dawn and the light, it was my bliss filled haven the new moon night.

CFCHRYST NB, NY 2021

Thus ends my 30 day poetry challenge. Thank you readers for following along, clapping and letting me know what moved you and struck you. Thank you for the inspiration Diana C. Thank you so very much for giving space to voices such as mine.