Out of Our Enviornment

poem by Thom

When the darkness comes,

Do we run and hide

or do we embrace the black?

When the sun rises

Do we cower from the light

Or do we step out into it?

What defines us as people

If not our reaction,

Our reaction out of our environment?

For I know what I do, in darkness, in light.

I understand that I run from the black

I now run from the light as well.

Which presents me with a growing question

If i do not embrace sunlight, or darkness,

Then do I have an environment?