Day at End

There will come a day,

There will come one singular day,

When the light will be so bright as to blind us.

It will not come with an announcement,

Nor will there be hints or signs or omens,

To be found the intensely bright washed clean air,

When the light will be so bright as to blind us.

You trowel and kneeling pad will lie abandoned,

Amongst the mums and annuals,

The streets will be still,

When the light will be so bright as to blind us.

The distance will not be far, and

The time will not be long, and

The moment will neither surprise nor frighten us,

When the light will be so bright as to blind us.

I had just laid down in the hammock,

My rest well deserved,

The birds sang softly and sweetly

When the light so bright as to blind us came.