As night closed in

It’s too dark to see my words

but not too dark to see

how the light falls on the page,

the glow along the center line

where it slopes in, and the orange cast

of the nightlight catching the curve

It was too late to find a poem that night,

shadow shapes showing where the words were

but not enough of thought

to pull it through.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 31, 2020