Away from the Light

Someday the cracks in the wall will mean something.
In sleep I will stumble across the key,
wake up understanding,
have secrets to share with my sketchbook.

Someday the chill of this bedroom will
overpower the naked bulb overhead,
but I've never been afraid of cold or shadows.

I won't allow my roots to sink through the clay.
I'll just begin to notice things:
the way your eyes are slightly offset,
the coffee and garbage smell of a Monday morning,
the uneasy candle's flame,
and shadows that curve from the light.
              -JM, 2009