Image: © “Abandoned Porch Barn and Windmills 1407 C” by jim.choate59
Author: V. J.
Why do we chase light in the night and dark by day?
What’s sad is that to die suffices a day;
To live it takes eternal seconds of
Mad fight to break the flow of every day.
Some Summer’s late afternoon on the porch
Seems to be like dull or sun or Sunday
The dance of the wind blown out of the leaves
Gives a glimpse of what there was yesterday.
We own everything but what matters most,
We own the light; the night; the dark, but not today.