SECRETS ON THE WAY

Daylight touched the face of a man who slept.

He had a livelier dream

but didn’t wake up.

Darkness touched the face of a man who walked

among the others under the sun’s strong

impatient rays.

It darkened suddenly as if from a rainstorm.

I stood in a room that contained every moment—

a butterfly museum.

And still the sun was as intense as before.

Its impatient paintbrushes painting the world.