Sometimes as I’m waking,
drifts just past the curtains of an aphotic yesterday,
in this big expanse
where wholeness and possibility
have fallen dry like leaves;
hidden half the time.
Sometimes I hold my breath in this space
of little light
wondering how long it will stay so dark.
It’s then I close my eyes in peace,
exhaling a smile of knowing
more dark is just more room
for small light
© 2013 Jennifer Wagner