Perspective

Sitting in the dark by the fire,

Coffied,

Waiting for the sun to come up,

To lift its cold brow

Over the garage roofs in the ally

Revealing the dirty, tire tracked snow,

If I cared to look

At the darker side of city life,

The little rat tracks through the snow.

I could see it for the dawn of a new day,

As, technically, it is always

The dawn of a new day somewhere,

Or darkness can be said to be

Always falling.

I suppose if you get far enough away

You can see both of them happen at the same time,

Darkness worn like a jaunty hat

Over the Charley Brown head of the earth,

And the moon,

Howling through space at Snoopy.