Night Never Falls

It is said the night falls
But it doesn’t. It is too clever.
Rain and snow and leaves fall.
Stars fall. Even the moon,
The grey and glorious moon,
Falls.

The night doesn’t fall at all.
It creeps and flows. It supplants.
It puts an arm of friendship
Around afternoon’s weary shoulder,
Tuts into its ear, leads it into oblivion,
Away.

The night, thus unopposed
Flows from its hiding places, out of
Closets and crevices, the deepest woods,
Until everything is covered,
Everything is surrounded, everything is
Night.


I shan’t say much about today’s poem except that you might enjoy it a little more if you read it aloud to yourself while tucked in your bed with only the nightlight on.

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