Sometimes

Sometimes, it has to be like this,

for a while anyway.

The light has to go out,

all sunshine makes a desert.

We lose things, or they fall down the side of the chair,

just a little further than the arm can stretch.

The hole that these things leave can be filled by something else

or by nothing at all.

It’s only when the light comes back on,

and we move the chair,

we see things are a little different now

or, in the stretching, we found something new...