twilight is a time
of intermingling light
and dark where beauty
somehow
resides however unwelcome
and though the victor
is predestined by the diurnal
it is an internecine drama
beyond the reach
of shakespeare’s pen
or fellini’s lens

it is a time
that opens perception
inviting us to see
not in spite of the darkness
but because of it

it is at this moment that
a mockingbird behind me
impersonates the nightingale
and then the blackbird

which causes my mind to stumble
among tropes of emptiness and fear
and find itself alone
i look for god
in the pages of a book
and find comfort
in the longing of duino
and dover beach