Opacity

Curtains drawn, reveal the night:

Clock says noon, and in the shadow of the blinds

I watch the solar moon.

Like an eclipse of the mind, My thoughts

turn fully dark; like all the blackened eves

I look for light

But all is dark.

This lengthening silence my home -

I find myself so alone, and

In these shadows I peer through, and into

the remains of my life

In an opaque window.