Recovered from DRAFTS ... more poetry for #APHM

The Gods of the Age
 ~Adeeba Shahid Talukder

When they first
glimpsed Creation, it was only
                        half-lit.

Half-lit,
as in, only half-clear—
that night, they discerned
                                      and imagined.

In the mind’s waters,
a blurring,                  a refraction.
There, we were brimming,
we were multitudes,

but they saw our darkness
and named us Dark.

Copyright © 2018 Adeeba Shahid Talukder. Used with permission of the author.