Give me a childhood again and I will
Live as owls do, in the moss and curvature

Of nightfall,
But never really seen,

                                              -John Burnside

As a child, I would often sleep with the TV on so that when I woke I wasn't startled by darkness. I could see the room, make sure I was alone. The fuzzy faces on the screen provided some strange comfort. What I experienced at night put everyone in shadow. But what is more haunting? The stark, blackness of the night landscape or the darkness within a home? When confronted with both, how do you find your way?