: Days (for Philip Larkin, who didn't answer the question fully.)
by Felix Cheong
What are days? They are dumb routines of work and play quietly trapping us between dawn and dust. What are days for? They are for nights to rest before unleashing the dark from unknown places in the heart. Where do days go? They go the way of spent happiness and unwanted grief trailing the wake of a silent breeze. What do days mean? Answering this question sends the poet to his pen and raises the prophet to his feet-- both scurrying to their graves across the field, armed with words and gods.
What are days? They are dumb routines of work and play quietly trapping us between dawn and dust.
What are days for? They are for nights to rest before unleashing the dark from unknown places in the heart. Where do days go? They go the way of spent happiness and unwanted grief trailing the wake of a silent breeze.
What do days mean? Answering this question sends the poet to his pen and raises the prophet to his feet--
both scurrying to their graves across the field, armed with words and gods.