The Light after the Storm

We listened to wind all night
but then dawn and silence.
The noise replaced our sleeping
and then light crept in
like footprints, like something
that had been waiting in the dark
just for this.
It was rubbing its eyes,
like us.
It was looking for breakfast too.
It told us of journeys
over our newspapers.
It carried some burdens
but mostly it was about
the release of them.
It explained the circles
it travelled, around and around,
and then some waiting,
and then some rough weather
to ride in on
or to take it out of here.
It was bright and wide enough
to bring all signs with it.
But transient enough
to defer to some
coming darkness


-John Grey


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