We Sit In
The Shadows
We sit in the shadows
Waiting for a bit
Of light
That we might
Play with,
Roll around
In our hands,
Perhaps touch
With our tongues,
Some try to hide it,
Hoard it, keep it,
Not realizing the light
Is for everyone,
Like undressing
Your lover to the skin
To get in deeper,
The energy you create
Cannot be held in a jar,
It goes here and there
Near and far,
Touching everyone,
In one way or another.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
Photograph By Adolfo Valente ©