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

weaves

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