from Entries on Light

Scales are evenly
   weighed, inside
outside.  Light is
   evenly poised
−  blur to the gold
   glare to the blue −
it's twilight.
   In two minds.

Who can read by
   a lamp, focus
land's outline?
   But blue soon
sinks and gold
   rises.  Who
can stay the balance
   if light can't?

from Entries on Light © 1997