First light falls on foolishness,
blasts away the shadow it tries to hide in.
A man lays in a revelation,
his head up and tilted curious
before burying his face in the pillow.
No, she won’t be there when he gets home.
It’s not a surprise, in fact,
it’s been sure as the sunrise,
he just isn’t ready to face the day
for knowing you’ll hit a wall
and actually hitting that wall
are two entirely different discomforts.
But he is a patient man
who has already made his gamble,
waiting to see how the cards fall.
Wisdom would be to fold now.
After all, this season of the year
has never been one for winning anything.
Summer, a spectacular tragedy,
the solstice, no more fitting a day
for all these dreams to be scorched.
Play on he does, though, calling every bet
because he has to win something, right?
He believes, at least, sure as the sunset.