the most lethal bogeyman
is the hoo-ha of the
lonely night.
he’s stalking you
from the silence
of the dark perimeters
of your room.
behind the lampshade
under the sofa
on the shelf of the refrigerator
in the center of your pillow.
a shadowplay for children.
yr. mommy warning you not to
cross the street
alone.
it’s time to
learn to be lonely.
to crayon every corner of yr. life
the way you want.
to greet the facelessness of
yr. shadow.
to fill yr. home
with dreams.
don’t worry,
you are blessed
beyond understanding
so love will find you over
& over again.
be free to
cultivate yr. roots
in darkness.
the soul grows
like corn in the night.