walk the line

 

Chasing the Sunset

 

Honeysuckle, gardenia, tuberose, star jasmine:

Sweet scents of the dying light

Bid the dipping sun another farewell.

 

GO WEST

 

That is the endless blessing and curse of the light.

That is the pull.

 

Racing on blacktop or through the cloud-muddled air

It teases forward all motion,

Stays just beyond reach, an illusory destination.

 

That light is waking the other side of the world

We chase its tail

Snap photos and upload them and marvel in either sincerity or

Fatigued false interest.

 

GO WEST

 

We all need an endless pursuit.

What better way to count down the hours and days than to chase

A sick sweet dream

An invented future

A rosy orange glow of dying light and budding desire.