Darkroom, 6:44 am

sun’s not up but imminent,
trees in the window developing
like ghosts in this dark room’s bath,

three boys asleep below
their mom nearby; in another
a girl sleeps with her’s
—all are young enough to have
been justborn into this

I look up again
as earth sloughs shadow
in this dim room’s bath

two window-worlds:

one through a pane
urging itself to deciduous existence,
shades of leaf and limb
distending boundaries
of the possible, billowing
from nebulous shade
pressing itself into being
upon the outside glass

the other, inner,
a lamp’s reflection on the pane:

a wall and, backlit, a clueless
grey head

Jim Culleny
10/20/19, 6:44 am