The Fear of the Dark by Nan Cohen

The fear of the dark is the flame
at the end of a match: one scratch,
and it flares.
Then a voice calls in the night.
And you go to it.

Wherever earth is in shadow,
these fears burn like fires.
This one is yours.
You tend it. Feed it a stick.
The flame crouches
to eat the wood.

Serving the fire,
you don’t fear the dark.
You kneel to it,
hearing its voice
grow softer and slower, until
it says one more thing
you can’t hear. And sleeps.

From: http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2013/02/_the_fear_of_the_dark_by_nan_cohen.html

Date: 2013

By: Nan Cohen (1968- )

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