default lines

the day defaults
upon the dark trudge home
I turn my collar to the night
find no message on my phone
think of Robert Frost
as the last street light is passed
weigh good against indifferent
and find the case is lost

the day defaults
to nothing very clear
beyond a bowl of peanuts
and a glass or two of beer
but when I think back
put some distance to my sight
I find that in the darkness
came a different kind of light

[first posted 26 March 2015]


on the way back to the mainland
I met a man who said he could see angels

I dismissed this as fairytale
but he was adamant

now as dark waters of night gather in
I remember him

and realise I am still crossing