A gloaming peek at persistence
A solitary salt-yellow
soldier.
An illumination
to fend off the nocturnal.
Send a beacon
to the dark corners
a compass cannot find.
Mesquite arms
in need of the morning
yaw toward the glint
when the night has none to offer.
Without it,
not to be noticed,
not to be green,
not to be.
A lightless anglerfish
lost in the brine
of deep sea as I am lost to
the green of the leaves.
Beautiful Adventure in the Dark. 😎