Night's End

Another long night’s labor done,
I stand atop a last flight of steps,
turn to look back at the climb behind-
But all the turnings, deeps below
fall away, dust into darkness,
already forgotten.
Turn away again, or not-
Only this bright doorway remains:
One step, a threshold crossed,
and I wake, blinking
at morning sunlight.

© Mark Reep 2006