pacific north-west sunset

(on the eve of epiphany)

the day grew tall, drew

fierce flames upon the sun-

down the sorrow of light's departure

its fingers raw bleeding

the imminence of next dawn
lavish rebirth

imagined, longed for

always different

rogue images

of havoc inchoation i-(a)m-

ages of grief, uncertainty
beyond the notion of time
abundance color love

"i am a handful of dirt"

and an open trust

in a kinder sun

tomorrow

at ground zero

"the beauty of a sunset is in its promise of rebirth." -