A Poem Under a Darkening Sky

slanted light making leaves 

glow and casting shadows.

a temperature you cannot feel, 

it's part of you.

the impermanent geometry 

of swaying limbs.

gravity seems to radiate 

away from the earth.

the motion of clouds 

is a movie on the sky.

you watch them enact their parts

like a beautiful, intricate play

that slowly decays away.

you take pictures in your memory,

you savor moments,

you feel your heavy eyelids.

you let the earth roll away from sunlight,

embrace this dramatic period of

ever changing colors,

and hope one day 

the sun will come again. 

your memories were beautiful.

your present is too.

tilting your eyes up,

engaging your distance vision,

birds are fluid,

and they’re in love,

they sing to each other,

kiss the air together,

and say to each other,

that they hope one day 

in the future

will be the same as this.

not exactly, not a repetition, 

but the part that this 

really is.