The North Slope


Dawn comes

and the silver light

of our companion Moon

abandons us

for the blaze of her cousin, Sun.

We had bathed in starlight

only sweet hours ago,

now torn to pieces

by the glare

from an empty sky.

We try to hide

amongst the mirrored walls

of city landscapes.

We tunnel

deep under the earth.

But the day

haunts us like a lion

tracks impala

on the open savannah.

Life is a strange thing

when we are shadows,

betrothed to the other side.

Where one is day,

the other night.

Two worlds

existing simultaneously.

Forever in conflict.

Forever in balance.



DJR – 2023

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