In fog, at night, when you want to see,

Maybe counterintuitively, you have to take 

Your lights off bright 

And click them down to dim.

And sometimes while chasing forest fires

Through sand,

You may have to let some air out of your tires

And slowly forge the littoral

To make it through the trails at all

Without a tow.

And sometimes, when completely overwhelmed with love,

It pays dividends 

To blow out three of the four candles you lit,

And sit very quietly until,

Loves comes to you in the dark.

-jenn