Night Melds With Day

Nothing seems to make sense here, If there is such a thing as 'sense' at all. No way to tell the time of year, Morning doves hoot and owls call. The day appears to meld into the night, Shadows lurk with no one to follow. No way to perceive by the amount of light, Is it today or is it tomorrow? The sun is setting with the moon adjacent. The tide is coming and has already been. Sitting beneath a maple, I am complacent. Waiting for the rain to rise again. The air feels cold and warms my core. No way to tell where time ends or begins. Animals wake only to sleep once more. Falling stars rest in clouds made of wind. There I sit patiently trying to find my way, Flowers walk and leaves roam along. In this place where the night melds with day. In this place where the clocks are all wrong.