I said to you once
That we are old.
We are not old, you replied.
Middle-aged then, I said.
No, you insisted;
We are still young.

So be it.

At twilight I keep watch as
The trees become the rocks become the geese
With the muskrat and beaver
To become the water
That becomes the flicker of light
That falls in on itself
Like grains of sand in an hourglass

I step forward,
Close my eyes,
And become all of this, too,
Become everything I love,
Become you,
Become at once all things
And nothing
In a love that falls
Through the hourglass

In that surrender,
There is no distance
Or shape or form
Only life and a silence
As vast as this universe
That says it's all good
True and out of time
At twilight.

One Single Impression