IS LIGHT ENOUGH?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
anyone there? Is that you? In this dim light
that’s not light, it’s not light enough
to see who’s there. I’ve been waiting for you—asking myself when
you were going to come. Or call. I don’t like this
uncertainty, this half-light, this state of bewilderment.
Make it stop. Make it stop before I start crying .
Now I’m shaking, shivering—I want to steady my head against
your chest. Where better to find peace? Wait! I hear your steps—the
sound of your breath, your breathing. Unmistakably yours even in the dark.
Come closer! Find your way into the room. The wind always shuts
the door, so you don’t have to. Closer! Sit down
here, near me. Tell me something. Answer me. Is the
light enough? Should I tell you to open or pull down the shades?