Driving into Town at Night.
There is still a chill in the night air
I see pedestrians wearing shorts and hoodies
It was pitch dark
Driving up the mountain after the eclipse
Of the full moon
It's still too soon
For a waning moon to rise
My thoughts are becoming light
After the dark of the night
The wave retreats, and returns
Like the tides pulled by the moon.
Next morning, as I drive
Down the mountain
Mother greets me with her spring finery
And the birds are everywhere
In pairs and with their young
Vibrating with the pulse
Of life.