The Absence of Wavelength

Divided

Into The Dark I Divide

Dark,
sandy camp trail,
light shaken, cells fading,
looking for roots,
avoid another
stick in my crock like the last.
Awkward shaking,
not a flamingo, flinging it out.

I reach the big tree
that equally tines journey
to the bathhouse.
Lean left on pivot;
do I go right?
Nearing, I know,
let earth and nearest foot
decide fate, direction

I arrive. Wonder next,
when automatic lights come on.
Mind hesitates, body
compelled by the adult,
keeps moving through unlit particles.

I need to know destiny,
cheat a little,
get one step ahead,
win at life.
Each path a game,
just like the hearing test
waiting for that sound to repeat —
softer this time.
Was it heard
over the ringing?
Do I say “yes”
each time I think I’ve identified true sound?
or is it the ringing trying to mimic the last tone?

You learn not to hesitate as you go
through life.
The hearing test jangles nerves
from not getting it right,
though I know,
I have to give in to loss
as much as I do to the night.
Into the dark I’ll arrive.

9.2.23

Sometimes, things occur to me when I have to take a leak in the dark.