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.

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