Let Us Go Watch

Let us go watch while

the long rays of sunset

draw its light out

into the woods.

Made celebrants of darkness.

Life everlasting.

Here in this moment.

But also always all around.

Let those photons

bend our corporeal presence

to something angelic,

something where forgetfulness

and remembrance

is humbled by insignificance

of awe.

I’ll take tea with her,

in the club of existential poets.

Make me out of stars, fair father.

Tell me I am queer, dear weird,

dear mother.

Oh god, mothers are always

left apologizing.

God damn left handedness.

Let the day turn.

The trees stand.

Vines grown gnarled and green.

Trees reach out.

And the light will find its way.

Books closed and written

in the stupidity

of Earthling humans.

And night borne of morning words.

That old cellular way of consciousness.

Love and radiation.