Dark and Light ~ Robin Chapman


Walk through the woods at night in the dark,

no moon, no light from the city reflecting white

on the clouds that hide the stars—foolish to do

except you discover that degrees of dark will mark

the path, the opening in the canopy, the rise

and dip of rock and ditch, the fallen log—through

the vast spectrum of energy’s frequencies some few

still reverberate in the retina’s rod-packed back,

translating world into dark-darker-darkest yet:

and this, though you do not call it that, is light.