There are times I wander into the road.

Like when I fetch the mail at night

and the pitch is so black I don’t know

if my eyes will ever adjust, or if I want them to.

Sometimes it’s better not to know, not to see

in the dark, to have to depend on other senses

to make sense of place and what it might contain.

I imagine the void before God said “Let there be…”

When someone says “You don’t know what you don’t know”

there comes a slice of comfort, a bit of joy,

of not having the responsibility to carry mystery.

Instead there comes a knowing I’m not alone.

When Christ said He would never leave me

what I envision is not my hand in His

while we cross the street, but His arm

draped over my shoulder as we walk

down the road, darkness notwithstanding.