as the sun sets
at sunset time
clouds rule the heavens
and increasingly swell from the valley floor,
while in-between views grab us through the clear air,
though the sun hides as do the colors it pulls from the sky,
the beauty of this sunset is spectacular
if we but have the eyes to see
each tree, each rock,
each patch of moss, of lichen,
which can center the world for us
as we acknowledge their gravity,
countless lives lived so the what is now could come to be,
the very rock we walk on, which holds us toward the sky,
has a story better than we can usually hear,
how wonderful it is for us to be, to hear.
by Henry H. Walker
November 3, ‘21
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