Road Trip #3: A Sunset

Just like the big, yellow orb of sun

Holds herself up an hour before sunset

Not by threads of narrow light thrown to unreaching hands above

But by dagger rays hurled at the ground below

I too hold myself up

I’ve raised myself upon a foundation

Only I myself could have built

My blood is buried here. I know that

The sun could not shine so brightly if she

Always hung at twelve o’clock. I know that

She shines all the brighter as she steadies herself

Just above the rim of the earth -

And when she sets it will not be for weakness: It will be

Because it must be, it will be

Because it should be.

I’ve watched her go many times

And I know she will shine until the very last moment

And even she’s left she will linger

Like a swish of a skirt or a sweet perfume.

She will beam as her final rays sail over the earth

Kissing those beneath her.

She will not be forgotten.