Dusk

Did you stand outside

yesterday at dusk? Heaven burned green

and washed purple to the Earth. All things were charged

with the electricity of sun beneath the thickening coolness

of sleep. Thunder tumbled across the cosmos

bouncing from wisps of rainbow to clouds painted with

hellfire as trees receded into silhouettes. All things were there,

all things as close, as distant, as inseparable

as day and night. In these fleeting moments

when dark velvet night and fiery red day touch,

all things are almost possible, or almost

inevitable?