Dusk Encroaching

Time for mind

to phase out

of its prior modes

of knowing.

Time for

the squealing, hot engines

of Day

to rev down towards rest.

See, the sloping

purr of the sun

going west

accentuates the late

hour’s curve

like a bell’s clear hood

flaring over the sea,

filling slow

with the dust of old darkness

and black juices

spilling from the stars.

Fish leap like pagan gods

with dog-heads up from

the bay’s rumpled robes

chased with silvergold water.

Hear each mailed and scaled knight

gilled and gauntleted

gasping the prophecy

of two mediums melding

to make one mystery whole….

Mystery of light and motion

thirst and decision

wetskin wanting moon

to peel it back

to feathered bone.

Fish stretching out for flight

hungering to become bird.

Don’t hesitate any more.

Be at home in the changing air.

Come back to our only world.