This Light

This green fills with gray, a kind of light
            that’s hard to breathe if
            you’ve had enough of this
            day, this moment, this life
            which is exactly the problem.
We reach towards a color as if
            it might be something,
            something more
            like being with someone,
            what we call an embrace,
            perhaps, but perhaps not,
            perhaps a trap, a noose.
Sometimes, though, it will be,
            this light resembling gray,
            not what we thought at all
            but something else entirely
            and, quite probably, worse.