Evening Falls
When the day is done and evening falls
I sit in a chair in the backyard
and take in the changing colors of the sky.
The green grass, the colors of the flowers,
the leaves on the branches above me,
they all call to me ...
Their whispers come to me on the breeze,
and they speak to me of all that is fresh and new,
reminding me that, only yesterday ... everything was different.
As evening falls and shadows gradually appear,
I start to see things in a whole new different way.
Instead of this thing or that thing, as individual expressions
...
I start to see things all blend together.
Little pictures of this, or little pictures of that
Now have become one big mural. Somehow ...
A whole new picture is created, a whole new perspective,
In which only shadows of former selves remain.
Now, the veil of night that covers all reveals ...
That emptiness appears when the world sleeps.
When there is nothing left to identify with and identity slips
away,
the only thing left to grasp is ... the ungraspable.
