I need the fading light to sink beneath my skin
The crickets to crawl into my heart & sing their song.
The light of day has burnt my skin
Left me exposed & dry around the edges –
I need the evening air to inflate my lungs & breathe for me
To cool the raging furnaces of do & don’t,
Quiet the voices and still.
How can a twig be held suspended by a silken thread?
Is the tail of that squirrel twitching its Morse code for me?
Green and gold and brown is the light that seeps through the trees -
Then its momentary magic is gone
And all that is left is something by which I can see.
I need to know what the night knows.
How it holds the dark so lightly in it’s palm
Without fear or pain
Without even dark.