Dusk '99

by Jonas Mather

Night comes unwanted and unasked,
Compulsively, furtively sneaking
Into darkening corners,
Spilling across the threshold.
Seeking no recognition of arrival,
Nor announcement,
But expecting to triumph over waning light.
A talismanic candle holds this thief at bay.
If not forever, for just a little while,
An eternity perhaps.