In for the night
John Grey
This is where day and I part company:
at the drawing of a curtain
across the window’s glass face
or the final step down behind distant hills,
dragging its feast of orange and red.
For end of day,
there are two versions.
One is driven by me
with fingers pulling on cord.
The other is the sun’s
as it curls silently across the sky,
unwraps each stretch of landscape
with gentle hands of light
before closing them up again
in one final breath of color.
My actions ring of choice
and the sun's seem as inevitable
as the spinning of planets,
the grind of time.
I close myself off,
shrink into myself,
adrift from outside forces.
Outside, darkness falls.
It has no reason not to.
John Grey
John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident, recently published in New World Writing, River And South, and Tenth Muse. Hi latest books, “Subject Matters”, “Between Two Fires,” and “Covert” are available through Amazon. He has work upcoming in Paterson Literary Review, White Wall Review, and Cantos.