Sitting Together in the Darkness
We are the rich folk

the story-hunters and light-gathers

who kindle fires in the darkness

as our fathers did,

in hopes our children will.

We wait, ever ready.

Something amazing is coming

but it will not change who we are.

We recall our evolution

not as a source of pride,

Nor do we think we are wiser than

those who came before.

They had rocks, we have rockets

but we have nothing

that was not handed to us.

We journey, far and wide,

in the flesh and in the mind

to ends of galaxies,

beginnings of time.

We return to our source

with new hearts and new eyes.

Every human word is a rough draft.

Every human breath

is perfectly finished,

polished, purified, refined.

Yet, even breath will fail us

as we step further

into familiar unknowns

of death and life.

As we love, forget, and

learn to love again —

as we wait for something important —

we create something even more significant,

together, in the long dark.
['David S.']
['Travel', 'Poetry', 'Art', 'Photography', 'Life']