Cut in half the day
Cut in half the day,
lengthwise:
so much less sleep
so much more waiting.
The elastic hours stretch the sky (to white, perhaps, or silver)
read the clouds for portents
the languid minutes lie on their side and
in the end
back at the start: here,
midnight (purple: ink not cloth),
And it is tomorrow again
or last July
no difference
The taut day thins,
rations breaths
to fill the endlessness, now fully grown,
like the ever-dreaming sea where, at least,
time is measured in colours.
lengthwise:
so much less sleep
so much more waiting.
The elastic hours stretch the sky (to white, perhaps, or silver)
read the clouds for portents
the languid minutes lie on their side and
in the end
back at the start: here,
midnight (purple: ink not cloth),
And it is tomorrow again
or last July
no difference
The taut day thins,
rations breaths
to fill the endlessness, now fully grown,
like the ever-dreaming sea where, at least,
time is measured in colours.
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Anu LakhanAnu Lakhan is a writer and editor, born, raised, and resident in Trinidad and Tobago. Her poetry and short fiction has appeared in BOMB, Sx Salon, Wasafiri, and Pree, among others. She also writes non-fiction, contributing to newspapers and magazines, including Caribbean Beat, Caribbean Review of Books, and Explore Parts Unknown. She works primarily in the service of four cats and a dog.
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