April 21: Darkening

by allisonkujiraoka

Towards dark

the clock hand dips

On its mark

sunset fatigue slips in

Curtains are drawn on the day;

the sky’s pink stripes turn to gray.

When night comes,

it is a mercy.

The waking hours

invite rash words,

and tears,

and abrupt changes of course.

Tonight we sleep,

to let the darkening hide remorse.