I regret every lost minute of light

every new minute of darkness.

When I was a kid on Whitfield Road

I loved the early dark for its many mysteries

and I loved the early light for its little sanctities.

But now I’m old and want the light

for warmth and safety. I have brought my past with me.

For safe keeping. It’s mine.

I do not mind the dark. I know my way around here.

But I want the light.