Pen Light

it is in the movie house
where the pen light gets more of its relevance
you figure out the seat
with its slit of light
as you ascend
as you find that emptiness
right in front
of you behind the darkness
that you have
chosen

in broad daylight
when everything runs carefree
and obvious
nothing seems to be right
everything goes berserk
awry

sometimes i equate darkness with
being cautious
that with such a tiny light
one cannot stumble

like what the pen light does
too tiny
and yet we can never think
that we can do wrong.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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