Monday, December 30, 2024

*Poem: "4:30 Sunset"

 

4:30 Sunset

 

It seems permanent, this ridiculous change,

days cut short by the sun’s early setting.

Same colors, same bombast,

but too soon to accomplish all that requires daylight,

all that daylight requires.

Sorting thru closets, dusting away cobwebs

that require a just-so slant of illumination to

intercept, wiping windows whose smudges

are disguised by nighttime’s pledge of

sanctity and chaste regret.

There aren’t enough stars in the sky

to number all I want to do, and yet now

they’re starting their shift, in order to

tease me, me stumbling by a bulb’s dim light,

dragging a hand blindly across a rug

in the utter darkness that falls when

one switch is off, before the other

can be found.

 

CAR  12/29/24