Betrayed by Light
The first breath of morning breaks the dark enough
to let the sky out of night, it gathers up
the trust of trees that leaned with such relief
against the dark, leaves them stripped and lost
to reach ever further into the nowhere of air.
Darkly, the horizon, grown into light
holds back the swell of land astray at night.
The streams that flowed with ease from earth to dark
arrive helpless against day’s transparence.
Stones lost from pockets of night wince on grass.
With the light comes the distance that divides
the sleep of land from torrents of dream
that drive the ocean; the tribes of night at play
from the face where a life is known by day,
colours distract the rage and grief of dark.
In rooms sour with breath, lives begin to stir
soon they will emerge onto streets that wait
all night to snare them with habits of light.
Each one hurries in its own direction
filled with darkness no dawn can threaten.