Call this a poem?

Give me darkness.

Give me the sombre

light of a place whose

contours are hard to make out,

a place, a

space, a landscape

that lets my imagination run

backways through

time to create a sense

of where I am now. 

A world filled with too

much light does not

leave room for the

flawed and broken.

Does not leave room

for my imagination to

re-cast outlines of

whatever lies in view.

On the periphery.

Beyond the middle.