Look up there in the sky
it’s as dark as coal
yet there’s light
of the Moon
in motion
and dragging itself
towards the clear sky.
Away from those clouds
that cover its radiance
like the Oyster shell
that traps a beautiful pearl
inside
waiting to be found.
And here I am
grousing
about those windows
being shut
instead of getting up
and pushing
those casement frames away.
Here I am again
looking at it
as an impediment
instead of unhitching it
from my vicinity.
How strange is it
that I
just like the Moon
am unaware
of the relief
I provide to the
ones confined
to the room
alongside me
devoid of the
outer world
wanting to unleash
yet weary
and reluctant
of the unknown.
The unknown
that touches
the indifferent
gratuitously
but unmasks them
of their insecurities
and leaves behind
the materiality
which is the vulnerability
that coincides with
nothing but
authenticity.
