Poemdog

Dogs 2018

BRIGHT DARK
(7/28/18)

up
in the middle
of the night

I reach
for the light
switch

but see
that the room
is already diffused
with a blue
silver glow

the moon
is nearing
full

strange
to think
that this beauty
is simply sunlight
reflecting
from a dusty
dead
surface

I take care
of my business
in the subdued
hues

return
to bed

a living
thing

casting
no illumination
of my own