28.
watching in the rear view
watching as the sky pours out
the impossible pink-red and yellow
from the solid blue late afternoon.
watching the golden light
skim the tops of trees
slingshot around the corner
of a stand of buildings
light up the cell tower
several towns over
I watch the light pour across the valley
the light painters justified
here it’s a hoped for common
these valleys this river
those hills, that next roll of hills
I drive and that light
catches my hand on the wheel.
I think of the nights I’ve stopped
to watch this as others pass by
while the sky moves from
pale turquoise to night
and the clouds light up and darken
and night comes on.
Tonight I thought no camera
could capture those colors that light.
I’m not sure my brain can.
Blind, I’d have to
imagine this light into being.
the change as the muntins
cross the nearby table
the warm, the cool and shadowed.
that explosion of air as it moves ahead
of the bank of clouds.
Though no explanation can justify
these colors, the transformation of sky
I drive, chasing the light
looking for the next place
to pull over.
Just beautiful. Love this one