dichotomy

joyous sun appeared today
long-lost exuberant visitor
infectious optimism her gift
the towels danced her spring-song
surging to meet her
as pretty young robins
ripe with pastel eggs
burst forth with life's devotion


fog-lost moon now controls the night
my jaw clenched to quell my chattering teeth
fingers chilled and aching
my mood as blue as stone cold nail beds
"type" i keep telling myself
don't look
don't listen
ignore him

through the glass door to my right
he is watching me
maestro of darkness, he is patient
i feel him
waiting
watching
wanting
drawing me closer
pulling me away