I tried to hang on to capture the light
but it slipped through my treacherous fingers
a fish escaping back to the water
an eel slowly wriggling back into its river of darkness
but the light will return
dragged slowly by the dawn
until the bright warming blanket
comforts the land
once more to fool us with false optimism and hope
Peter Hunter 2012
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