November Poem
we are losing light again.
the days are leaking.
we wake up in the dark.
pull the curtain open.
it is dark outside.
there are shadows
in the darkness.
in the shadows
there are ghosts
of figures that once existed
in our imaginations.
I am fading into the shadows
of winter again.
I take the ropes and use them
to anchor myself to you
and to the days of darkness
to pay the penance
for a child who never paid
attention to the rhythms
of the sun
but always to the moon.