what light may i bring?

room for?

It happens, empty and full
you can hardly breathe
or stand to look at the words as they are
being written.
You wait, and you tend.
But when am i to start stretching again?
Step over the oil leak;
the rainbow is gone, the sun
has retreated. Stifle, stifled,
rifle through the ephemera.
Get up!and run towards something
useful.