The view from my window
Through the reddest eyes I have known in a year
I see black,
dead of night,
2 AM.
Even the moon has grown tired.
There is no beauty
No great understanding
Not even a palm tree visible
Just black
And so we turn lights out
Another marathon done.
We steal away from our screens
Put away our dishes and spoils of war
We embrace the black
The dead of night
The end of light
Goodnight
Awesome description of the last hour of The Poetry Marathon. Loved it!
This was a strong close!
You captured the end on this fun madness in a masterful way
“We embrace the black” is a strong comment not only for this poem but so many more life experiences. If I were reading this in a different context – not realizing you were literally finishing a marathon, I would imagine many other times in life that seemed like this strenuous process. The phrase, “Even the moon has grown tired” would emphasize that same feeling — again applying to so many other life experiences. I love the silence and stillness of this overall.