Negative Light

We were all too busy looking

for the heart of the matter

That we missed it, plain

and bare upon its surface

No one dared say it

...but I suspect it wasn't ugly enough

To rouse our interest

We were waiting for carpet stains and cigarette butts

We were looking for mould in the undergrowth

The ugly truth is, truth wasn't always ugly

Where there was brokenness, certainly was beauty

Where misery, also jubilee

Not despite. 

But each part of one whole... you wouldn't understand

Just looking at one side