reach of day

dissolves in shimmer

of each sunstruck leaf

hear the air breathe

green furling gold

across the purring tongue

of a late summer afternoon

cicadas sustain the stretch of light

bees out for one last swoon before sleep

light eases

to an earth

which sighs

in remembering

gone beauty

spent youth

through a crack in this quiet

a hidden loom


a bright garment

that sheathes

the very core of us

and we know this moment

as whole and perfect world

for just a little while