L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
At dusk, the blue hour, creatures in the wild
hush, bunch together in their roosts
until last light surrenders to full dark,
when the forest erupts again, animals
shrilling their survival, and we humans
follow suit, duck into our so-called happy
hour, a refuge at the day’s end, a drink,
maybe a few, and when darkness falls,
better off to be without a poet at your elbow
to utter Remember when you gaze into the abyss,
the abyss gazes into you.
