“A figure in silhouette”
A figure in silhouette.
Heavy outlines and inked darkness within.
Is this noir a beckoning of the abyss
Or chalkboard clean-slate black?
A glass appears empty–
save for the flickering of rays–
Which shows a vessel filled to brimming
With cold, clear water.
A poet once told me that falling and flying are the same motion, with the only difference in the final destination. Perhaps this is that. Life is a both/and. The One and the Many. Understanding and understatement. To finish at the starting line.