September 29, 2017
I find myself running after the sunset
Chasing the sky, barefoot.
Bounding through yards
With the grass tickling my feet,
And down streets and sidewalks
With the pavement ripping my toes open,
Because putting on shoes could cost me
I make it to the street corner
To gaze at the cloudy upper atmosphere
As it changes,
From golden yellow to tangerine
From orange-red to ash rose
From sapphire to blue-violet
And the stars peek at me as I walk home.
And many evenings
I am too late.
Time has slipped away from me,
And I am left to journey homeward
In the chilly, pitch black night.
This is how life is.