Short Living Daylights Poems

Daylight Saving time again.
I guess we have never
had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m.
deep in the dead-eyed dark of night,
then run out of must have mayo,
drive to the edge of a pale-faced light
to bring some home
then crawl to work half-asleep
with an aching head.
and already punch-drunk,
from leaping when told to....

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Daylight Saving time,
not many want or need it.
I guess some busy body
never had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m. and then run out of mayo,
or crawl through traffic half-dead
with an aching head.

The living day lights;
half too dim, half too bright,
and in this clock-watching boxing ring
of a sleep-walking world
we are already punch-drunk,
from leaping when the light
is made to jump....

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There was a moment, it flashed over us
like lightning at midday.

We should have looked away
but then the living daylights
transformed us
into two undying prayers.

Black cats in lightless rooms
communicated in Brail.
Our hearts danced
among the scattered bones
of fallen angels.

Our friends understood, we were done
with just living,
we were heaven-deep in love,
heads above the stars....

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