Mistaking Mortar for Daybreak

Farther out of town
the night sky seems higher
than heaven.  The lampposts
eclipse all celestial things...

We take for granted the stillness
between days, trying desperately
to make it mean.
In such low light, who could
help but to mistake a window
for a mirror?

I once thought i saw a sunrise in a stone
wall lit with floodlights
but the dark trees stood correcting me
in counterpoint.