Month: September 2010

Like bugs we crawl for the cracks.
Exposed by the light, we seek comfort in darkness.
Beneath mottled leaves and dusty cobwebs,
We don’t know beauty;
We don’t seek it out.
But through a larva eaten hole
brilliance seeps in.
And when our darkness is illuminated,
perhaps we see it for what it is:
An old pile of all that will decay.