i wish i could fold the way i love
the colors painted across the sky during a sunset
into a paragraph
into neat words and complete sentences
instead i have to be content with
saying that it is the way the clouds
settle over the horizon,
heavy and lazy and warm,
the way the city gets busy
trying to get home so it can relax.
i have to be okay with struggling to describe
the way the birds,
who i love dearly,
fall silent and how that silence tends to engulf.
i could try to explain how
watching the sun say goodbye
both breaks my heart and
mends it at the same time
but i don't know if i have the energy to
dance through that would-be paragraph.
instead i must be content with
saying that even though i know
it will be back tomorrow
nothing hurts more than watching
it go down.
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