43 A Twilight Poem, II

I once wrote a poem

About walking in twilight

Lemon light and swaying grasses,

Crickets.

Once upon a time when I

Wrote without judgment

I’m still here today

I see eyes in the porch slats

Edging out the dark in-betweens

I won’t feel complete

Without your blessing

The blessing of a poem.

Picked off the shelves of the night sky

A precious gift from above

I affirm that I am, rather than I am not, akin to the stars and worthy

To catch the blessing.

Patience draws in like a curtain

Velvet drapes heavy onstage

Crimson, violet, drama

Peace in the dark

I just need one, a dancer

With long arms and slender hips

A V-shaped curtain in the

Sky, the geese on the move,

The short-legged V

A muscle car booming

Purring tired Vroom – It’s not

that late yet!