cling

Tonight I walked slowly from the mailbox

The afternoon warm on my skin

It's quiet and I hold onto it like a lifeline

I watch the sun play with the shadows

And I am conscious of how desperate

I am to turn the darkness into light

I hear cars pass by, a few lingering birds

And the shouts of the kids down the road

The neighbors are cooking Indian food

And the smell of spices wafts from the open door

I'm writing lines of poetry in my head 

Before the moment's over

And I am conscious of how desperate

I am to turn the darkness into light 

How I cling to the darkness

How I cling to the light

So I cling to these seconds

Where the light shines through

And I cling

Like a sentenced man

To You