Harder Days are Coming

by Jesse Miksic

When every single star

Has wandered off the reservation,

It’s the absence, the drama

Of blank dark, that lists

Across the cornea, and


The house that’s next

Along the block is an estrangement

Of lit pockets, a free-floating

Sunroom, a door that leads

To a crowded nowhere, and


Why am I here, at an

Impatient remove from my

Sleeping home?


The motion-sensing light

Above the back door turns off

As I pass — I guess it knows me,

Rustling, unremarkable —


What day was it?


What place is this, touchstone

Of my returning?


What of this familiarity?


How long have I been gone?

Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He spends his life writing poetry, prioritizing existence over essence, and having adventures with his awesome family. Recent placements include Deracine Journal, deathcap, Neuro Logical, and Cape Magazine.