The light that you might see looking out the
Back door at a twilit morning. The street-
Light just brighter than the purpled light
Glowing over small hills. The light that pulled
You out of bed at four in the morning
To check on your dogs in their pin because
They didn’t even perk up to the sound
Of you moving in the dark. But you just
Couldn’t make it past your back steps. The light that
You mistake for the glow of the exhaust
In your neighbor’s tail lights as he scraped ice
From the windshield of his truck. The light that
Sends you back in with a chill. The light that
Just felt too wrong. Each of us holds the light.
If the cornerstone happened
Inviting nature of gold to the communicator,
The bed with all the pillows and the sun
Would begin to peek through
The lace curtains that just happened.
I was in a twilight world between
The dying faces of the crowd.
I could conceive other four senses.
Because of the after.
Because all is from care.
I tried to keep his son
From glancing up from the paper,
Taking his eyes from the making of a mess.
The gathering blue of twilight
Eclipses the last days of California.
And the dance of dragons
Brings forth the insurgent,
The first bible stories,
The complete idiots guide to magic tricks.
And I am the prisoner of Azkaban
As I lay dying.