It is nature
for dark to roll around
once a day, an exception
being extreme geography.
The mottled darkness
of closed eyelids,
and shadows deep and shallow,
total dark of the depths of the ocean
where some adapted creatures
still live and thrive.
It is nature
for sun to resume each morning,
even if clouds blanket the sky
light gets through.
Even in nighttime
shine stars and moon.
So it is not hopeless
to wait it out,
the globe revolving as it does
and me standing on the surface
the merest micro-dot and
the center of the universe.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine