Veronika Hilská, Hope
Propped Up in the Waning Light
John Tustin
The sun, it can set
In two places at the same time.
I lean in my doorway,
Propped up in the waning light
And I think about you--
Are you in a field or a street right now
Or leaning in a doorway
With your shadow fading by the moment?
It has been so long since I’ve seen you
But at a certain time each day
When the sun is positioned just right
And I am standing where I stand right now
I feel the pull inside my chest like
When there is a war somewhere remote
And it touches you anyway
All the way where you are,
Leaning in your doorway,
Propped up in the waning light.
You cannot see or hear the bombs falling
From where you are
But you know that they fall somewhere
And a chill comes upon you
Just as the sun goes away
For yet another day.
John Tustin
The sun, it can set
In two places at the same time.
I lean in my doorway,
Propped up in the waning light
And I think about you--
Are you in a field or a street right now
Or leaning in a doorway
With your shadow fading by the moment?
It has been so long since I’ve seen you
But at a certain time each day
When the sun is positioned just right
And I am standing where I stand right now
I feel the pull inside my chest like
When there is a war somewhere remote
And it touches you anyway
All the way where you are,
Leaning in your doorway,
Propped up in the waning light.
You cannot see or hear the bombs falling
From where you are
But you know that they fall somewhere
And a chill comes upon you
Just as the sun goes away
For yet another day.