What else is there to do but wait?
When the sun goes out,
It is not sunny skies that sustain us,
But the memory of light,
Even in the darkest of night
Even when we fool ourselves
Into thinking the darkness will end
We wait, trusting that something
Great will come of all this.
Sometimes, we learn what light is
By living in its absence
A blind man’s fingers learning
More about beauty
That his deluded eyes ever could
Sometimes sunrise never comes
And yet, we wait,
Trusting our fingers and our toes
To teach us whatever it is
We need to know to get us through
This never ending darkness
Trusting that if it is to remain so
And light never does come
Something even better than light
Will come to illuminate us.