you must first
come daylight
wipe fingerprints
from your lens
leftover pain
from yesterday
or darker nights
when you
had to know
what time it was
your vision
will be clearer
today
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Tomorrow I may recite a parable
I do not know tonight. In those
hours between the day’s crimson
sunset and whatever these
forthcoming hours shall bear,
I will surely learn something
worthy of this guileless ambition.
Is this promise or premonition,
or at 3:52 a.m. have I simply
shattered the dream-like trance to
arrive at this state of confusion.
01/17/2023 j.g.l.
When the fog lifts
will it show what it hides
inside
our comfortable homes
and uncomfortable lives
When the morning lights
will we see what is
within
our tangible disappointments
and inequitable sins
When the night moves
will you still find me there
will you
offer your wisdom
or a cold vacant stare
© 2018 j.g. lewis