Afterimage

The hand of still light

parts the crack in the window

and lets itself through.

Imposing lines across a dark hallway

gradually take over

revealing a door ajar.
You lay face up

your eyes heavy

with layers of sand paper

open for a moment

acknowledging another daybreak

and close again,

the afterimage of lighting strikes

fading with every residual thought

of the day before.

© 2012 d.c.p.