Red sky fading to aged tones
Late Rothko
Headlamps of the fishing cars returning fleet
Stages in night’s descent complete
Clouds threatening storm stationary
A rheumatic sky
Disappears
To stars revealed, moon: shines,
Red vanishes
Shepherd, delighted, sleeps
There is no finality in this night
Only the uncertainty of revelation
Darkness a vale of ignorance
An openness that
Scares us because it is not there
Like couples talking
Mistalking
Over time
Until a kind of silence
As couples
Suddenly see each other
When they retire
The barrier of enforced separation removed
We see into the others presence
Or, as couples grow old
Older
The barriers slip away
there is a merger
Of their souls
They do not go quietly but rather
Like birds at dawn
Greeting the end of night
Waking the Shepherd
They remember how to chatter
And welcome each sun, of everyday, they get to share.
I see night for the first time
Dadhood 