Day: May 11, 2023

 

A sunset is the master metaphor,

The falling of a curtain, the

Closing of a door, an ending

That is certain, the final

Nevermore, a signal to stand

Down, a reminder that it’s

Time to turn off the light and

Close the door, but

 

A sunset is also a promise that

We can try again tomorrow

And make some new mistakes,

That the score doesn’t carry over

That we don’t face the same,

Tired fate,

 

A sunset reminds us that

Tonight, if we get a well-earned

Rest, we can conquer the world

Tomorrow.

 

An unkindness of ravens, a murder of crows,

Ebony sentinels on wires in rows,

A convocation of eagles, and exaltation of larks,

Winged assemblies over the parks,

A covey of partridges a bevy of quail,

Hidden in dry grass at the edge of the trail,

A pandemonium of parrots, a muster of peacocks,

Bright lights flashing above the gray rocks,

A covert of coots, a gaggle of geese,

Sounds on the water, a memory of peace,

A rafter of turkeys, a siege of herons,

Keepers of the wilds and the barrens,

A watch of nightingales, a parliament of owls,

Night patrols of the of silent fowls.

 

 

Maybe it’s a particular orange in a random sunset or

An old song heard in passing an open door but

I remember you

 

It might be the scent of a storm over the lake or

A touch of a hand or rain on the porch roof but in

The most surprising moments

I remember you

 

It’s a glimpse of a girl that holds her head just so

Or runs her fingers nervously through her hair,

In a strangely familiar habitual way and

I remember all about you

 

My memory is tied to impressions not facts,

It digs in the archives like a blind mole and

Uncovers things unnecessary to recall and

Feelings buried deep, and through the dusty

Shelves of this library of chaos

I remember you.