Silhouettes

What is it that troubles us
In the darkness of a world
Worshipping the negative,
A reverse image, outlines
Of the positive image we
Have loved to put forth, by
Force, something left in a
Tank of developing fluid,
Chemically enabling the
Vision of light to emerge.
Lightening the corners
Bringing them out of the
Corners, no longer as sad,
Or dangerous or, dare we
Troubling, as darkness

Illuminating

The light blared overhead
As loud as a fog horn, as
Intrusive as sunshine in the
Clouds. A single bulb but raw
As a wound in the ceiling, its
Intensity sharpening into a
Deep glare of brightness
Just out of reach in that slim
Room of a sensible time to
Enter or dance, it was all at
Once too much and not enough