Living as a Dutch expat in Davao, I’ve found appreciation for things that are different – not better or worse – from what I was used to in the Netherlands. In this Poem of Appreciation I pay tribute to: darkness.
Nights and days of equal length,
are part and parcel of the flow.
Rising and sleeping both take strength,
but neither deliver the final blow.
The darkness overwhelms the sun,
but she never puts up a fight.
To end where the other has begun,
is the endless battle between dark and light.
Play by the rules set by the nocturnal king, or risk the chance you’ll never awaken
We shuffle forward; arms stretched hoping for a touch.
One step, two steps, my bearings are fleeting.
Of vision you can truly never have enough.
We take it slow, hoping life spares us from a beating.
Blinking twice won’t change a thing.
Thinking otherwise means you’re sorely mistaken.
Play by the rules set by the nocturnal king,
or risk the chance you’ll never awaken.
It’s not so different, really, it’s rather much the same.
The doom and gloom, the shades and shadows;
it’s all part of this world’s Janus-faced game.
To what end, to what avail – frankly, no one really knows.