Pendulum by Mike Dillon

When all turns black 

I go out cloaked with midnight.

When all turns bright 

I build a cathedral beyond the day stars.

Today I drowse beneath an old maple.

Its fresh green moves in the breeze

with a suave, underwater motion

starred with the flicker of sunbursts.

I know those sunburst-stars will be quenched.

By what or whom, I don’t know.

But I know I will go out once again

cloaked with midnight. Not yet, though.

Not just yet.

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Mike Dillon lives in a small town on Puget Sound northwest of Seattle. Finishing Line Press published his chapbook, The Return, in March 2021.