Book of Hours

Yourself
and light, being both mortal, have much
in common.

*

In the sky tumbling overhead
threaded on stars
you encounter another emptiness,
that is not yours.

*

Evening
leant too far from the top-floor window
and fell.

*

Now the sky puts on its hat
and at last it is dark.
The same darkness grows
in drawers and cabinets,
at the back of your throat.

*

Open your eyes
to the morning.