My headlamp carves a narrow cone of light
through the velvet darkness of the forest’s night,
my path is broad and bright, but still, I’m lost,
around me, leafless branches wait for frost,
the world is veiled in shameless draperies
when my only guide is daylight memories.
Sometimes from the depth a sudden snap
a fox or deer, or maybe for my mind a trap.
had there been moonlight maybe wind or rain
could have saved myself from me, but pain
of guesswork made my trust my nightmares more
than sunshine wisdom gathered, just like the sore
of rumors of conspiracies that trump our rights
we only see the parts of life we flood in light.
Today I host MTB at dVerse, The prompt was published 12 hours early, but I hope that gives you plenty of time to write a conceit. Not sure if my metaphor worked, but to me it was clear. We sometimes have to search the darkness to find our ways.
November 4, 2021