January Light

He stood stalwart watching western dusk promising pink and red ribbon of light crevice of Presence between dual dark starless night and vaguely outlined Earth's end of bright for yet another day's journey through spatial time, diurnal rhyme. Boot journeyed feet planted centering weight and stretching spine reaching to breach this transitional last gasp of hope's new day, grasping for how this time is without precedent yet timelessly emerging re-submitting into unto worn-dark cosmic consciousness, narrow gap of fading pink with blue-grey veins networking night of sky with Earth to close this endless day. Where was he when this time started and closed and before? Standing stake-out watching EarthDay's fading string of time's co-arising light folding in Earth's darkening rim rolling toward him across cold black twilight night reaching toward his Elder future staring blind toward endless time glaring timeless blind back through his prehistoric story. At last, he inhaled deaf heaven and blind Earth's embrace one more time less day turning night breathing light in and out of dreams through lives of sages lost to reasoned musing memory. Treasonally forgetting to say farewell and namaste before gently closing his back yard's western door with full will and warm co-arising intent to thank morning's dawn for showing up despite his lack of eco-social grace. His dreams drench absorbing graceful face smiling Earth's radical revolution with timeless eternal pace of dusk's red ribboned grace warning dawn's threshold of climatic race toward upside-down political health economies. Heaven dressing Earth's night in moon-revolving star light, while Earth cooperates her most regeneratively sexy synthesis through sun revolving light's full moon consciousness; all dressed up with every Earth revolving sacred place to go. He stared through this dual dressed study until his turn to exhale once more, while opening dawn's eastern gathering door.