For most,
night was bleak,
day was sleep,
For him,
dark lit sky, same as it all
A single glare, and revolving glass
A bed warmth,
Through blackness,
Lying under,
A triumphant yellow,
For him,
night was light,
day was black.
For him,
blues were a loss,
whites were his home,
yellow a guide,
His creative non-fiction has published in San Jose State University’s The Bolt Magazine.
