First Star

After a long summer day, in a dwindling light A world switches direction, falling into the preamble of the stars When the shadows of telephone poles along our road seem to curl and follow the curve of the earth When the shadow of a tree becomes longer than ever a tree was tall When my own silhouette, so dark, fluid, and stretched... lets me walk between the dampening grass and touch the heavenly sky As the sun loses grip, hanging on by a thread on the edge of the world, my arms stretch longer,...long enough... to catch the first star that comes with twilight... _______________________________________________________