August 11

… a line from a dream

Hey, all you light seekers
Give darkness its dew!

Dew forms in the night
when surfaces of car glass
and spider webs cannot
evaporate faster than the air’s
moisture condenses.

Dew: the lachrymose impulse of darkness

Is such a line from a dream nonsense
as some say, or is it a line for a poem?
I am for embracing the possibilities
of the line more than the Inquisitor’s
blustering and dismal dismissive cant.

Give darkness its dew is not a thought
I’ve had before. Such is the gift of dreams.
Imagine now condensation and evaporation
as psychological even physiological processes
giving birth from the darkness of the night.

In other words: dreams as dew.