BY
IAN BRAZEE-CANNON
There is a secret message here

The street is cold and empty
A single power line crosses over head
The snow is lightly falling
The streetlight causes it to glisten
I stand in the circle of light
Which has formed on the wet pavement
I look out at the darkness
It does not seem to be snowing out there
I feel safe in my circle
But I am lonely
If I go into the darkness will this change
Will I feel safe
Will I no longer be alone
I stand on the edge of my circle
Looking out
Trying to decide
I must go into the unknown
See what is out there
Stepping into the darkness I feel a chill
It is snowing out here
I no longer feel safe
But I also no longer feel alone