advent journal: sundowning
sundowning
some twenty winters ago
I learned to leave the house
before sundown so I
do not go down with it
outside the darkness
feels expansive
the house feels
like a tomb
the darkness
is not the problem
my depression
pulls the house down
wait--say that again
the darkness
is not the problem
my depression
pulls the house down
“when i gaze into the night sky”
the psalmist says in awe
they know there is nothing
wrong with the dark
still something in
the sundown sinks me
from the inside
I dim with the day
when I go outside
I am a part of what is
opening up as night
unfolds into mystery
i join the constellation
of all creation
dancing in the dark
a connection I carry
back to the house
back inside
as day is done and
I rest in the dark
Peace,
Milton
