Glimmerdim

In an hour Mars would punctuate the dome,

The Milky Way would rise behind the woods,

And swells fireflies would float upon the field,

But now he walked in blue air, the long twilight

The Welsh call glimmerdim, unique to June

 At this latitude, assessing existence, the sum of his life,

Tree frogs piping, fast birds in silhouette,

Telling himself he should be content,

And for a moment before he slept

He thought he was.