You

are the Gathering Darkness

the Black Hole

imploding

into my Self

Light

bathing my feet

dust 

i see dust pouring down the hillside

an avalanche of particles rushing toward the road

their swarming million spermal movements

heading toward the city by the sea

in the swarm's head, Darkness

droplets sparkling with the brilliance of the sun

latching upon a host of quarry

in flight and on the run

grace touching whomever it can

*...a scarcity of money goes a long way in shaping the vocabulary of a community.

-Sidney Poitier