A Cliff Over Blue

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,

 

—Daniel Wallock

 

His creative non-fiction has published in San Jose State University’s The Bolt Magazine.