Meditation
Red sky @ dawn
high V of geese
autumn tinges gold & red
the horses grow their
winter coats & the season
takes its final breath.
Night sky high as blackest soot
membrane of those distant stars
Jupiter huge below the moon
& the milky way our path to
dusty death: & then there’s here
there’s now & how we watch
time float by. A stretch a sneeze
a stranger’s smile bequeathed
not promised till the hour
we rest our heads & follow.