Collin Lloyd and James Leary

medium: digital collage

Few comfort quietly like the deep night,
sheltered in the soft sounds of crickets
and the low hum of electricity
trickling into the leanest of lamplights.

When the world becomes heavy and large,
I grow larger,
my shadow substantial and protective,
arms encircling and securing,
hands slipped around like swimstrokes into deep, dark, water.

-James Leary