October the Day

By John Timpane

October, the day,

brimmed over with dusk burdens,

haze weighted the light . . . he

walked the road with us, ran a

head of us (as usual)

so far that the end

of day intervened, filled

the gap, rendered him

a silhouette of dusk . . . first

I thought, We're losing him but

I made a mistake

I made a mistake . . . it was

he who was losing

us, leaving us in twilight

as he moved on towards dawn

John Timpane is an Inquirer staff writer and editor. This poem, reprinted by permission of the author, appears in the chapbook "Burning Bush," published in November by Judith Fitzgerald Presents (www.judithfitzgeraldpresents.com).