from The Light Tears Loose
Every now and then / I see a sunset / and I want to crawl inside of myself / and match that kind of
glowing. —James Diaz
Evening sun divides the horizon,
shadows whispering the lawn,
that last blaze burning the sky.
The air sparks –
the cosmos no longer contains me,
and my soul twists in longing . . .
A bend in the road surprises with fields of poppies –
awe swelling when I breathe wren-song,
listen to violets unfolding.
And when the light finally flares, then disappears,
I am the craggy mountain, the grain of sand
lapped into the ocean. An ember
arcing, illuminating the deep.
