Only a Glimmer

I’m not complaining, not grousing, or groaning— but the dark gets darker and trees lose their shape against a background that insists on turning out lights too early, but I am aware, hyper vigilant of the figures running across a road, or the headlights turned to bright, or the cyclists with  a single reflector warning me to stay awake and not mistake them for a reflector on a tree or pole rather than a moving cyclist and yet i wonder why they travel these tight lanes in deep darkness  when drivers only spot a glint, a sliver, a quick movement before they move 

Perhaps the cyclist at night feels absorbed by the dark