Night arises like gangbusters, executing slices of invasion. How the day gets sliced in ribbons from an undeniable pull of darkness is the job of thieves and wizards, not sunflowers or wrap around porches promising safety and comfort. I would trade all the arising ribboned dark nights for a single day-lit cornflower growing through gravel.
Kate Lamberg is the Beat Poet Laureate of Long Island ( 2019-2021). She is also a musician, a healing facilitator, and an avid hiker. Her poems can be found in several anthologies, as well as on her blog: firstname.lastname@example.org.