By John Grey
The wick is as reluctant to light
as the wax is to burn.
Darkness is such a natural state it seems,
even simple physics is reluctant
to upset its status quo.
You fiddle with the match.
I’m wondering should I try to help,
aid you in the striking.
But what if a great hand of blackness
appears out of nowhere
and slaps me down
for getting too fresh?’
Yes, it can be a risk
to go against the-deep, all-pervading code
But the Big Bang did it.
Why not the little encouragement?
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Poetry East and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Harpur Palate, the Hawaii Review and North Dakota Quarterly.