Bearable

In bright daylight, you think
About night, about how
All the lights of the night

Feel unlike, so unlike
Being bathed in sunlight,
And how strange to need sun

When you can’t look at it.
Of course, you long for day,
The more so if it’s cold

Or you’re in a dark room
Or by a black window
Reflecting synthetic

Varieties of light.
Who hasn’t wished for dawn
And been glad to see it?

But if there’s anything
Remotely resembling
Forgiveness, it’s at night.