Everyone faces darkness every night
Everyone faces darkness every night.
It’s unavoidable; we say it falls
Because there’s no chance to catch it
Before it inundates the land
In the morning, like dew, the shade
Droplets evaporate from flowers,
While their shadows grow shorter and shorter
But what about what doesn’t dry?
Last night she left a towel on the line
And it rained, and it’s starting to smell.
At the same time, while the towel is lit up
By orange rays, she’s perfectly dry.
The dew did not touch her.
The darkness did, again.
And it never quite leaves her.
The towel’s been damp for ten hours.
Better put it through the washer again.
She’s been dark for twenty years.