I was in such a dark place
for the past couple of days
caught in the waves
my brain's tide was controlling.

Now I think of art camp
during the summers of my
youth. The teacher showing
us examples of negative space.

Artists train their eyes to look
and feel past what is there;
they make up a story for the spaces
one is not conscious of.

Am I swimming in my own negative
space? Am I looking and feeling
to go past what is inside of me?

I hear my waves.
I feel my waves.
I am in my negative space.

We are all moons--
We only show one side to the sun
and the other to the darkness
that we carry deep in our tombs.