Watching for wind,
Rain, hail
This stormy night.
Anticipating darkness,
I light candles,
Pursuing the illusion
Of preparedness.
But I don’t feel safe,
For in my heart I feel
That darkness laughs
At candles.
©2019 John I. Blair, 5/11/2019
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