Coruscation
Light accentuates dark.
In winter dawns
I turn on my lamp
and morning rolls over to midnight.
Dark accentuates light.
Relinquishing gloom
I am dazzled
by the lustre of the universe.
It doesn’t matter that
the house burns down in the night
in a preemptive attack on murk.
It doesn’t matter that
hope’s slim candle splutters
on its see-saw dance with dread.
Only my light,
which accentuates
and is accentuated
by dark,
shall pass.
©Angus D.H. Ogilvy