Shake your head
and fight against the light.
Hopeless,
even when I tell you
that it is morning.
October has stolen
our sunrise and shine,
and November
will steal our evenings.
Push back at me
as hard as you want.
I am not the rock
you weighted on.
I am something,
partly here,
partly gone.
When I’m around,
I’m strong,
but when I’m off,
I’m long gone.
Look back at the past
and I remember
long and loving mornings.
These days
we’ve seen them
cut and dried.
I’m an early riser,
bred to feed the feeling
of something in my hands
before the world wakes.
You have always been
slow to awaken,
as if each day
were the birth
of some new miracle.
Seldom do our days
begin at the same time,
in the same way.
But when they do,
we’re arms entwined
and bodies warm.
A calm harbor
in the storm.
Today though,
you fight me
and the darkness,
as I kiss you
goodbye
one more time.
DJR – 2023
