A Momentary Stay Against Confusion Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

night comes down,
shadows on white;
shapes and sounds
of dark and light

on this page
this scenic square
I seek an image
that’s not there

always edges
far too near
for an image
to appear

in this walled
white page
this cell
this cage

always the eye
rearranging
earth, sea, sky
words changing, changing

till the angled blade
of the pen digs deep
as any spade
to the dark of sleep

there to grasp
beyond confusion
with a final gasp
the ultimate illusion.