Lightening

Moving Our Library

Is the day lighter when its lamps leave?
When all its stars go out,
When they leave the looms they weave
Lighter from their doubt?

Does at last the darkness shine
Through the spaces where we numbered
Line by desperate line
Miles of shelves encumbered

By an empty sun that doesn’t rhyme
With spaces it can’t fill,
With worlds it can’t time,
The future waiting on the sill

For the winds to climb
The sky and sweep the words away
Into chasms and the night
Where other hills will shape the day,

Other clippers trim the hedges
Where we made our leafy choices
From the cut and shaking edges
Of other people’s dying voices.

July 10th, 2021
Kaiholu