Member Poem

dark and frail,
gray hanging on to
a bit of white
lest a black demise.
overcast skies absorbing
what sunlight it can
waiting for night
and equanimity of hue.
pinpoint light hidden
well within my soul
shrouded in clouds
screaming to be heard
playing with the thought
that even a firefly
can be a lantern
in his small domain...
can I?

Rick Stassi