why do we lock doors? usually because we’re afraid of the dark... the darkness outside; the darkness inside.

“You know

so very well

the edge

of darkness

you have

always

carried with you,”

writes the poet David Whyte.

Marie Howe’s New and Selected Poems “The Meadow:”

… Bedeviled,

human, your plight, in waking,

is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue,

and to know that tangled among them and

terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.