Dusk's Transition
Daylight leaks out the September afternoon with
us under the benevolent canopy of cedar and oak
shading the day’s last rays. The time of passage can be scented with peril but the
kingfisher simply escorts intruders out of the feeding grounds
scolding all the way. We watch
the cat pounce in the backyard and feel warmth on our faces as
rays find spaces between leaves
as if the sun itself conspired to arrange the dust of the late after
simple pleasure of your hand in mine.
I can not ask for anything more then the memory of this moment
the urge that wills
itself
out of earth & ancient rock to become the
numinous light reflected in the laughing eye of your smiling mind.