A charcoal portrait which represents me
as much as apparently anything else,
all down on paper in black and white;
stationary lines arc and wriggle,
twist and flow, crafting brows,
hairlines and facial features.
I’m the empty space, I suppose,
sketchy, binary, insinuated;
formed and shaped
by shades of black and gray.
The black is my ignorance –
overwhelming; peripheral; defining.
The white is my emptiness,
at center stage, the light’s facsimile.
I become existent where there is nothing -
allowing the backdrop to seep through.
Having mislocated myself, I cleave desperately
to the ignorance that appears to define me.
O child of God, the goal is not to know yourself
but to be Who You are and always were.