Mother Father, Somedays Poem by Ben Partenay

some days I wait for the fog to roll in
wait for the river to carry the clouds home
wait for the bridge to turn invisible
I walk and watch the bell tower disappear

into nothing, the world has gone into nothing
and somewhere a poet describes it as beautiful
somewhere an eye wanders; tries to match horizons
night comes in with a dagger, sits by the fire

stone clock strikes ten, then eleven, then eternity
I sit, cold bench, cold hands, cold face
warm my hands together, stare like Peter
hear the clock toll like a dying rooster

mother where has all the light gone to
father why did god turn off the city