Sunset Zen
Hastily following the winding highway
leading out of the city
I resolve that I’ve had enough and
briefly forsake it
like an angry jilted lover
As I caress the steering wheel and stretch my neck
an unspoken mantra runs through my mind because
my day is done and now
it’s time to run away and experience
that feeling so sublime.
The evening tide gently rolls along the inlet
bringing a moist cool air with it
that intoxicates me as I hastily retreat from the
impersonal cut and paste urban arena
that I’ve left behind.
This is my escape, my place of…re-connection
after severing myself from
the metropolitan mayhem,
and so I understand what is meant by;
living in the moment.
It’s nearly sunset and
the seagulls
have muffled their cries,
out of respect for what is seemingly
considered to be sacred
I see young lovers
perched on a large rock embracing,
and I know what they are waiting for
as the fresh breeze greets them
and they kiss.
I have seen hundreds of sunsets here
with amazing colors
that almost move me to tears and honestly,
no two have ever been the same
and for that; I am grateful.
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