They gulped me in one swallow
then let me hover over life immobile
watching as destructive floods inundate
the earth, the way malignant thoughts
flash through my mind obscuring the sun.
There's a lot to see in darkness.
Fear illuminates shadows.
I tried to close my eyes but couldn't.
Captive, I was forced,
(or chose) to see.
I swam inside these dark clouds
searching for memories of the sun,
holding my breath as long as I could,
but I was drowning.
Then the clouds rained me gently
on firm ground before lifting
their veil, revealing the laughing sun.
I'm grateful for having witnessed darkness.
How else would I know it's real?
do something about it?
rather than be the fog that surrounds it.
(Submitted to Poets United.)