Sonnet #305

We walk in shadows in our heads

We stumble blind from room to room

As the shin bumps we learn our path to bed

This is a metaphor for how we speak and groan

It’s a symbol, of course, this living in a house

With other people in it, where we walk in the dark

Squint into the slanted light and seek a spouse

We will bump into each other, soft and hard

So these familiar steps will bend towards painless paths

Our fellow housemates bump and wander, and lest

The metaphor extend too far beyond the grass

Of night, let’s just say the dark must be addressed

And all who speak will claim the path ahead

Always sing out where future footfalls lead