Waking in the gloaming
Not knowing whether morning is nigh,
Or night is about enter;
Straining the eyes
For any clue, big or small
Seeing phantoms of signs.
Every movement
A potential indicator of stages to follow
As we wait for increasing darkness
Or light.
Gloaming sucks.
Bring on the night
Or morning.
Written as I watched my wife struggling to fight an infection in hospital during sunset on Friday 29th June 2018.