The Light Reaching Out


Night shades
compressing into the corner windows


setting the scene
blurring of dreams


walls and ceilings
slow leaning inward


beyond the outside buildings
dimly lit


someone
quietly whistling


much has happened
much will continue


cancer webs hanging from the roofs
so many marked for the sting


political pillows given away freely
spider roots


the masses shadow banned
but more are beginning not to blink


open windows here and there
candle lights glowing in closets


a shot sounding
and the whistling snuffed


thoughts shrink
stillness overwhelming


but there's always some that break
loose


lips moving
prayers filling hollow ears


so many repeating
as when a child


the longness of centuries
giving a tune to the heart


silence
seized


light opening their windows
as the whistling resumes
stronger than ever before.