Below
Dark as night
no light from any source.
Of course, all of that will change,
rearrange your perspective.
Give yourself a second.
When soft light slowly builds,
will yourself to see.
Leave the dark behind,
find shapes and colors that abound
underground, within our Earth,
worth each moment spent there.
Where water slips from the ceiling,
healing the open space,
placing columns randomly
beneath our very feet.
Completely hidden spaces
places, like cathedrals in their size.
Memorize the sights,
lights fading as you leave.
This echo poem (first word of each line echoing – or rhyming – with the end of the previous line) is in response to the optional prompt for Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month at NaPoWriMo 2017 – to write a poem with more than one way of looking at something.
The photo is a composite of several photos taken at Onondaga Cave State Park, in Missouri.
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