A key slowly turning
In a long locked door
Clicks into place
Revealing
A darkness
Complete
But comforting
Maternal.
My daughter likes to remind me
Black isn’t a color
It is
All colors.
Darkness is not nothing
It’s simply
Everything
Whatever you imagine.
Life begins in the dark
In folds of skin
In seeds
Underground
In dreams
Familiar or strange.
We are all
Of the dark
Each of us full
To bursting.
