Dusk

 

Dusk


Dusk.

It’s changelight wavering.

The uncertain time.

The thin time.

The precarious time.

There!

Some thing has moved at the corner of vision!

No, perhaps not…

But…

Certain sounds are louder,

Aren’t they?

In such dubious light,

The ear is more reliable, yes…

Yes?

The crack of a twig!

The scurry of small feet!

The long silence and

The footfall.

No.

Surely not.

This vague light has bewildered your hearing.

Such imaginings…

Footfall.

Closer.

Dusk is the thin time,

And something

May have come through.

Look! Up ahead!

Your porch, and home,

Yet unlit…

Footfalls.

A slight stumble on the stairs and

Silly! You have dropped your keys and

A long shadow falls across them.

Too thin.

Too tall.

Too dark.

But the sun is gone and

Shadow is impossible and

Suddenly

Your keys are much too far away.

 

Cliff Lake 5/28/2024

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