Sharing the Dark
The work you set yourself to do
Now all seems wrong. Now what’s
left? To go on doing it again and yet
again. Or find a different way
to pick the burden up. To do a job
in full knowledge of its uselessness
is joy. Anything less is cheating.
Flashes of beauty in among the rocks,
a rotted leaf, a mound of crusted snow
or just the weariness itself,
the knowledge that you share the dark
with other souls looking for their work.
You can hear them breathing. If you can’t,
your own breath’s grown too loud.
Be still.