So you know at the day’s end
When the leaves cripple and the night begins.
When the sun goes down, the people come pouring in…
the lobbies, buses, cars and trains.
Everyone comes rushing out
Out, to go into their homes again.
At the day’s end, when life’s past.
Back at school as at the start.
Finding ourselves seated in closed rooms.
Cabinating lives, forgetful wives.
Eye to eye.
Bounded lives.
I ask to be aware of the day’s end
When the leaves cripple
and the night starts to begin.