Except for a small candlelight, darkness
hunkers around me like the pit
into which I could easily fall.
Instead, I stand legs far apart, arms raised,
shoulders released, breath moves up. Pointing at
opposing walls, shooting through my fingers,
I can almost see
the electric charge that awakens my cells,
creating an outrageous lift to reach out against
the downward curve of night.
(c) Gudrun Mouw
April 8, 2015