Even In The Dark

This Friday’s poem, Even in the Dark, is by Ruth Gilbert.


I found it in My Heart Goes Swimming, New Zealand Love Poems, edited by Jenny Bornholdt  and Gregory O’Brien.


Even In the Dark


As a room you know,

Ad even at midnight

Walk through effortlessly,

By sense, not sight

Passing unscathed between

Table and chair

Avoiding the low foot-stool,

Faultlessly aware

Of ledge and bowl

Of flower and crystal vase;

Moving unerringly

Without fear or pause

To the desk with its open book,

Paper-knife, and book-mark;

As this room I would have you know me,

Even in the dark.


– Ruth Gilbert –

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