(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.
I can hear the gentle splashing of water…
Is that a typo? “endured by” instead of “but”?
It was! Thanks, Mom! My first and best proofreader. Fixed it now!