poeming on monday


the fallacy of night


before dawn, there's a hint
of what is to come, that moment
before the sun comes bursting up
over the horizon
bringing day once again
to us.

in the darkest hour,
there is no hint of light
and yet, and yet...
the planet still turns,
the sun remains constant
even when the light
can't reach us.

where is the light
when it doesn't shine on us?
there is no time it doesn't shine:
it is always light somewhere on this planet.
our sun will burn and burn
until that distant day
when it explodes
into a different type of burning.

night is only an illusion
of shadow and loss
there is only night here
or there, but never everywhere.
never everywhere.