Night Blind

Night Blind

It always  was your sight

That banished darkest night,

But now my Light is spent,

For while I dozed, it went

The way of leaving things:

Bags packed, a cab, the rings

Bereft beside the bed

Atop a note that said:

When darkness turns to day

And chases dreams away,

Yet you remain in night,

Long longing for the light,

Think on me and know

I didn't wish to go.

A strange glow calls me from my book

Come away. Look about:

Orangish yellow light behind

The lowering clouds --

Even the grass is burnished.

Poplars glow before mountains,

Heavy in dark relief--

The whole world is written in

Gold leaf, every branch and sheaf 

Illuminated, testament to glory.

Weeding

Your burrs rub me,

Hitchhike for the ride.

Your nettles pierce

Until I bleed.

Your juice gets under my skin,

and so, I itch.

The  difference, I find,

Between a weed and a flower

Is desire.