When Sunlight Falters
By Don Iannone

Walking
...lost
...and alone
...in a long waking dream.
No way...or where...to fly
...like the desparate half-melt snowflakes
...seconds before they end it all
and turn back...into water.
Lugging...wherever we go...empty canteens
...save one last drop...of hope
...carrying us
a few steps...beyond
...to where the road ends
...and where new possibilities are born.
Sordid...out of place fantasies...dancing
in the long dark shadows
...poking their way through the dying sun.
Pray to your god...of self-understanding
...for fresh sunlight, for
the old sun is dying.
Its rancid breath--
we can no longer stand .
Pray an end to the relentness pounding
of heavy hearts, bearing witness
to what must come
...and doesn't know its way.
Pray that the faltering sun
doesn't lose its way for long.