Even if it were a beacon, you’d be terrified.
I mean, come on, this sudden light flashes
in the starless sky and you’re, what, happy?
You know that doesn’t make sense. You know
that nothing is free; day and night each
have their own purpose. You are a moving
statue. You have no choice.
Now! says the light. Not yet, says the voice
inside your cold heart.
Lesley Dame is co-founder of and poetry and nonfiction editor for damselfly press. She is author of the chapbook, Letting Out the Ghosts, and her poems, reviews, and stories have also appeared in many online and print journals. Dame happily lives, writes, and edits in some rural town somewhere. www.wix.com/lesleydame/poet.