something more

I thought there would be something more than darkness
that night would somehow make up for the day
but the crows have rattled out their evening chorus
and no one else is left to have a say.

and the books upon the shelves have lost their meanings
the new tv remains within its box
I thought there might be something more than darkness
but darkness is a twenty-four hour clock

[first posted July, 6 2014]

except

dull words in sunlight
don’t earn their place
upon a page
except that yesterday
one spark flared up
and then engaged

I was in wilderness
I was in darkness
by the sea
the world is wilderness
it will get nothing more
from me

except for everything
except for everything
and all
that’s what our purpose is
to give ourselves
and little more