As Evening Falls
It feels good to shut the door at the end of a workday,
not let it spill over into evening
to lie prone and still, learn to spread my mind wide
as the universe is.
I cannot fly like a bird except in wild, free dreams
At the height where birds disappear, I see clouds
make pointed angel wings that stream past sunsets,
then shred into plain gray clouds.
When night comes I am content looking up
at a moon pricked through a thin cloud
and stars shaped like people and animals
dancing the earth's dances -
they are the apex of earth's turning.
I see in the dark a denser dark following me
soon darkness embraces me
I fall asleep as the halogen beams of light
disappear on a breath of wind.
@jjote 072815
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