a golden good night, flushing
their faces and
wrapping them in a glowing blanket,
while clouds wrap the volcanoes’
steep sides in cotton fluff.Music pauses to let the
sage and silver silence
flood over us, a kindness
we often overlook,
but solid, present.
Ruffled feelings and rummaged thoughts
settle to the depths, disclosing darting
lights below, minnows rising to feed
at evening, the semaphore of tangerine
behind the mountain signaling all is well,
and even if it isn’t yet, will be.
This day’s pearl slides to the strand in my lap,
a generous array whose glimmer in the growing dusk
portends something opaline and opulent
gathering in the dark for tomorrow’s revealing.
Lest we believe ourselves abandoned,
the moon appears above the caldera,
an anchor in the sliding abacus
of the universe.