Driving home past fields of corn
lush in the slant of evening light
the swell of the hills beyond
green peace-filled soft earth
this hot day’s clouds stretched thin
across the wide expanse of sky
the occasional hawk wheeling overhead
the long highway rolled out empty before me
it is easy to reverence this place Earth
this glorious imperfect Life
this one true life slipping along
as it does following a road
the sun setting red and huge
no matter what I do or don’t do
the moon appearing a white crescent
just there as it will
a delight no matter
what tiny things
I say or do or think or feel
driving down the road
thinking my thoughts
recalling perhaps other
such graceful evenings
such but never the same
as All moves along
and along taking me
and you and all of us
forward ever anon.
