RDP Monday: VENERABLE
I write about the shadows
that cling to the walls
and hide in the trees
and sneak away from fires and splashes of light
as slow as they want, or in the blink of an eye.
I don’t joke about them
I don’t tame them
I don’t try to capture them and bend them
into shapes and words we don’t have to fear
and can control.
So I sit at my desk
patiently in the dark, with just a little light to see by
maybe some music to keep me company
just waiting for the door to creak open
and I always hold my breath for the Night’s feral shadows to join me.