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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3346 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention quality of light Dale McLain There was a time when I thought I caused the eclipse. I came to believe that I had the capacity to bring dusk to midday. I was convinced that my dark reflection had pushed the sun into the path of totality and at my sway, false twilight descended. Because I was lost, daylight dropped away like the sheerest curtain, freed into the breeze. At my sigh, sunlight poured from the noonday sky, like a bucket tipped. When I sinned, the wispy corona blazed crimson and the sparrows quit their songs. There were no sparkling stars in this counterfeit evening but a fleeting jewel of light- a diamond ring flung into the heavens. When the sunlight seeped back, like a well refilled, silvery shadows swept the ground unnoticed. In this fragile light I saw with clarity and knew I could not be blamed for the sun's abandonment. My transgressions were not so grand, my discontent - without influence. Now I lay claim to some small aurora that paints the horizon for an instant. I chose to occupy a bright, brief moment that defies the absence of light. |
