Clinging to Darkness

 Clinging to Darkness

Spring clouds on the horizon
Bring to mind the forfeit
In cool nights of no return.

The refrain of salad days
Clings to the same past
Where things were different—

Different as what we allow
Ourselves to believe
About love, hate, and tears,

Different as spring breezes
In the morning before
Noon brings the flowers—

Before evening carries in
The lost memories of resolution
In the transparent rain,

Before cucumbers can sprout
In the garden of desire
As if they could ever live.

Spring clouds that bring wet
Thoughts to the strawberry fields
Cling to darkness unveiled.