By Charles M. Sumid     Copyright 2025     Written 2010

Between switching off the lamp
and sleep arriving.

Behind closed eyelids,
older mathematics.
The space between atoms
having conversations
we’re too loud to hear.

In the darkroom,
photographs swim up from nothing.
Silver learning to remember
by forgetting first.

Every seed knows this.
The darkness inside a violin
holds music
that will never be played.

When you close your eyes,
darkness isn’t taking sight away.

The curve of space.
The weight of time.

Not blindness
but a different way of knowing.