#78

Sunset

Aflame in orange,

ev’rything looks different

in the sunset’s light.

photo by author

This evening,

with the sunset in my rearview mirror,

I watched the waxing gibbous moon

rise in front of me

and morph from tracing paper thin

to glowing white.

The orange solar light

lit the landscape from the west

and spread its tinted wash

over the country church, the fields with their cows,

and the newly rolled hay,

made to glow even more than usual.

The sun dipped, the moon climbed,

a celestial tag team illuminating the transformation

of day to night.

I was sure I felt the liminal moment stretch

between the two extremes,

as if daily and nightly orbs enjoyed their partnered moment,

desiring light and time to expand and blend,

while I became a fortunate witness to their intimacy.

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