Nov. 6
(Daylight Saving Time ends)

Like the ride that takes you into the tunnel,
soundless but for water displaced by your small boat,
breath, heartbeat, and if you are lucky,

there’s a hand close by that might take yours,
a reassuring palm press, a reminder
that this is not just a time to be endured

but savored, that the darkness—hello, old friend—
holds you differently but holds you nonetheless
you and your tiny boat, floating, moving

slowly toward the inevitable light.