Nyctinastic 

Light slides off with incoming rainfall

so now I'll wait again for another chance

to drink the fluent forms of the sun

and until then, dark's a home with 

patience mortgaged into short stories

narrating beneath the dry wood rafters

through silence closed with ingredient-

protean like an element- developmental

as tension- potentials toward new bindings

of color that materialize through blooms

with a turn to become what can be done

with slightest aspects of this earth, small

purpose and inherently terminal for any

time beyond actuality of pavement, dog,

bird, cat, handwritten script, fragile truth.