There’s a Lot You Haven’t Solved

The days are still here,
And sometimes sunset
Still carries the time,

Reminds you it will
Be difficult soon
To coordinate

What you have to do
With the arrangements
Of remaining hours.

There’s an old terror,
Faint now, but still there,
Of being caught out

After sunset, after
Dark, when day creatures
Like you lose eyesight

And confidence and
The ability
To anticipate

What’s in front of you,
In front of your face.
The sun’s going down.