Losing Light

Sunset at 6:56. We’re losing light

Like a leaky balloon wheezing helium

Into the indifferent ether—the night

Doesn’t give a shit either, dragging

My spirits down with the sun.

Two lines of ants pass with precision

Along the lip of a battered old pot,

Never crossing lanes as invisible to me

As the ants themselves were until

Slanting rays cast their shadows

Against their gray-white strip of road.

Hope you have headlights, my friends,

Cause there’s precious little evening

Left, though your traffic likely flows

More by smell than sight. All my

Senses are equally dull, sapped by

Sunday dread, losing light like the day

And time like an hourglass cracked.

9/15/2024