Monday, May 23, 2011

It Depends On What You See

May 23, 2011


It Depends On What You See


Right now, right before dusk,
stretched bars of shadows
reach across my lawn, nearly touching
the house,
but
not
quite
yet.
They linger 
before the sun carries their power
over the mountains.

Sometimes I believe they’re lovely,
showing off the light in a different way,
kind of like before that last closing of the window blinds.
Other times they seem like fingers grasping,
scary thoughts reaching for my mind.
In those eerie times,
I draw the curtains to cover the windows,
calling over my shoulder to my husband,
“I can’t believe it’s already so dark out.”

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