| Darkness — ninth plea for the life of Van Nguyen
I walked through darkness this evening
but it wasn’t darkness at all —
there was no resistance,
no pushing back.
I imagined the river
flowing nearby — fiercely close
gatherer of tributaries.
I could sense the movement of fish
through oily water,
I could hear movement of light
on the bank distantly opposite —
but there was no resistance,
no pushing back;
it not being darkness at all.