Evenings of the brain

This cloud, which had earlier released a massive downpour, squatted over the horizon like the misery that sometimes infects my mind  when bad things happen in the world, or in my world.. We just have to hope it goes away or we find a way to deal with it or... 


We grow accustomed to the Dark - 
When light is put away - 
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye - 

A Moment - We uncertain step
For newness of the night - 
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark - 
And meet the Road - erect - 

And so of larger - Darknesses - 
Those Evenings of the Brain - 
When not a Moon disclose a sign - 
Or Star - come out - within - 

The Bravest - grope a little - 
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead - 
But as they learn to see - 

Either the Darkness alters - 
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight - 
And Life steps almost straight. 


Emily Dickinson