if there’s nothing new under the sun,
should our searchings be confined to the shadows?
in the shaded places would we have any hope to find
crystals that might in the open reflect and refract
colors we could never name?
our world is old and dying.
our words echo down empty wells.
something scurries in the darkness.
we don’t know its name,
it draws near.
(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)