In the darkened moment a body gifted <br /> with the blue light of a flashlight <br />enters with levity, <br />with or without assumptions, doubts, with desire, <br />the beating heart, disappointment, with desires <br />Stand where you are. <br />You begin to move around in search <br /> of the steps it will take before you <br />are thrown back into your own body <br /> back into your own need to be found. <br />Destinations are lost. You raise yourself. <br /> No one else is seeking. <br />You exhaust yourself looking into <br /> the blue light. All day blue burrows <br />the atmosphere. What doesn't <br /> belong with you won't be seen. <br />You could build a world out of need <br />or you could hold everything <br />back and see. You could hold everything back. <br /> You hold back the black. <br />You hold everything black. <br />You hold this body's lack. <br /> You hold yourself <br />back until nothing's left <br /> but the dissolving blues of metaphor.<br /><br />Claudia Rankine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-david-hammons/
