Tremble

A Poem

How much longer
will you remain
in this trembling light?

Calm,
ungapped clustering of days.
singing in months of “That was then?”
and “That was that long ago?”

“Not much time left in this light.”
Not said in a fearful way,
I prefer honesty, honesty reveals the days
for the opportunities that they are.

This light is like a gift, a brief mysterious blessing,
Despite what all analogies to dust and sand,
and irrelevance,
would have you believe.