Dark Gold

darkness arrives unannounced a coat on the shoulders of everything the book of noise closes margins whisper you hear the notes you wrote in another life shapes remember themselves a chair becomes only weight and outline your name loosens fear counts its coins courage answers with breath nothing heroic just breath the moon does not negotiate it leaves a thumbprint of milk on the black enough to walk by not enough to pretend you see hands find each other i’m here is a lighthouse without walls paths speak in a grammar of gravel and pause you learn by stumbling listening becomes a lamp then only listening what you cannot see steadies you edges go soft you move anyway the body is a promise kept morning will not erase this it will translate it seed husks in the pocket embers cooling under ash a map drawn by touch visible now but you already know the way