Autumn Light, Surprise

So, evening fell on

you, didn’t it? And

you did not know

what day. Did not

know what had

broken. You had

not expected it to

have gone so far,

the year. Did not

expect to have

rounded again from

light to dark on

this day. And it’s

surely some saint’s

day or other. Some

thing recurrent to

mark life’s measured

beat. To mark how

life, in some long

and startling

pattern, goes on.