Dogs 2010

DUSKPRESSION
(11/26/10)


daylight
fades

hope
evades

spirits
sink
with the
setting
sun

as if
we knew
this sunset
might be
our last

can the
waning light
be the only
source
of such
lament
or do
our emotions
run much
deeper?

are they
modern
or did our
prehistoric
ancestors
feel the same
tugging twinge
of loss?

gazing
moodily
across
some great
sub-Saharan
expanse
to a shrinking
sliver of light
on the horizon
mourning something
they could only
represent
with wilted
stick figures
in the sand

we have
forever
and always will
die
our little
daily
deaths

preparing
ourselves
for the permanent
nightfall
which
we can
only
imagine