twilight,
the time that lies
in-between
a choice?
no, that has been made
there is no fight to win-
just wait, just wait.
notes… that time there, in between, that moment between dark and light, death and life, we have no control, so why not observe the sublime beauty of the mechanism of old ?
into the dying sun
for there will go I
even the sun must, all sons will die
I turn to hope, to retain
the well is running dry
for mother is recalling her precious resource
reclamation to imbue the cosmic womb
with the life of another
death and incubation are stages, gemini
the well runs deep now
the well is running dry
so I will dig deeper
the work is harder, but familiar
hands harden like wood, with age
nails rotten with dirt – under, itches
as long as there is the energy
the breath to drift in
a beating heart within this chest
a raven stands over a puddle
and for a moment
catches a reflection
reliable light switch,
always in reach
on and off,
like the sun’s daily ride,
always in reach
on and off,
one day the bulb flickers
causes a moment pause,
always in reach
on and off,
some years later flickers again
and then just off,
reliable light switch
forever gone.
notes: I was on my exercise bike and this came to me as one of my basement lights went out, sure, it was flickering, it was on for so many years, and flickered on occasion, and then was out completely… you do the math, if you know what I mean, there is more to this poem internally as well if you unpack it visually…
Shades of My Garden 