i open my curtains at night, for the stars

i open my curtains at night, for the stars

this searing saturation

of summer light

corrodes concentration

conquers promise

shrieks into every nerve and every bone;

my marrow, interrupted

all windows curtained now

since that first fiery day in June,

remaining so

until i sense an attempt at twilight

each dark is pathetic;

peppered with sunlight holes

producing only a flabby

impotent night

lacking in meaning

this is the time of year

when stars are made smaller

pushed from sight

by a savage horizon

that refuses to give

the seven sisters muted;

denied their emphasis

until the embrace of the equinox

when true dark is returned

the part of me fraught with hope

only opens my curtains at night,

for the stars