Reaching into Twilight

I’m not watering the plants

I’m reaching out into twilight

Touching the dusk

Not dusting; dusking

Swimming in impossible blue

Under the wary red eye

Of Mars

Silhouette trees a startling shadow play

Against spreading spilt ink

Dripping like the water

From my tiny vessel

Leaves shiver under my

Impossible hands

I’m not watering the plants

I’m reaching into twilight

Diving my hands

Inside the oncoming night.