Put down the papers
and turn from the screens,
pick up a pen or
take time to sing;
for you’re damned either way
you direct your life,
but right now is unlike
all other nights.
After so many evenings
of monot’nous change,
calm has, at last,
taken her place.
Maybe forever
will never be,
but forever will surely
always see
that today existed,
that a choice was made.
Maybe it was absence,
or something as great;
but whatever lit up
the latest great dark
will forever be guilty
for now’s second half.

© Blake Leitch March 24, 2014