It is at my side,
always,
the place the light doesn’t reach,
at least for now.
It is dark
and simple
and unremovable;
not the plaything of Peter Pan,
but the worst of times.
It is not sewn on to be hewn off,
it is an intrinsic part of the whole.
Sometimes it is silent
and small,
a cirrus cloud on a summer’s day.
Sometimes not,
sometimes that towering cumulonimbus
that silences the sun’s rays.
It is at my side,
always,
always.
It is at my side tonight.

© Blake Leitch October 27, 2016