blue shadow, smoke or mist
hangs like a hand upon
the fields. it grasps emptily,
pushes dew into grass as
fingers that make earth lose ground.
there is nothing to grasp, understand
about rain that falls and vanishes.
i love this evening
it is so quiet, so cool
i feel the damp dawn that awaits
in dark, dreaming nightdreams of day
yet my sight is stillness;
leaves shuddering in
a loop like my breath, endlessly trapped
in a wildly freeing moment.