Jack-In-The-Box

In the shadow of tomorrow
Lurks a thing unknown
Gray periphery betray energy in the darkness
And obscure its form
Until the pop of a jack-in-the-box sunrise
Tears the curtain aside
And I see it clearly
For a millisecond
Even as it shrivels into the distance
In perfect hindsight and shifting definition

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Orange Buds by Mail from Florida“)