When The Time Comes



 

 

 

When The Time Comes

For now, I will stay in the darkened comfort

of my bedroom, shades drawn down like half closed eyes

squeezed against the too bright light.

I will stay here as long as I need to.

When the time comes, perhaps at dusk,

when the light and the world are softer,

I’ll hear a robin’s song and be drawn outside

out into the blue dome of night with golden stars waiting

and see the new moon smile.

for the Bruschinis

 

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