Difficult Time

Its light is always in between
dark and day; not this, not that
for evermore. I’m not so keen

on twilit hours. They always preen
glossy where they might be matte;
their light is always in between

flash and dim, unsure, unclean,
a muddle as stippled clouds chip at
a fickle sky. I’m not so keen

on change, prefer the sun’s sheen
sound. But dusklight’s posturing splat?
Its glare is always in between

light and night – a prompting scene
no doubt, reminders ever flat
for evermore. I’m not so keen

on that; its doomy portent’s mean,
so I defy its thrust. Twilight? Scat!
But its light stays mostly in between -
for evermore. I’ll always keen.