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| We worked until sunset. |
I've read too much. The planet. The people.
It's worse than I thought.
But today I worked in the woods until sunset,
cutting firewood in unseasonable warmth,
and I saw no one.
I stopped in time to watch the sky deepen
from gold to red in quiet solitude,
staying until the first stars blazed
in the violet chill — this was the world,
and I saw no one,
The fathomless sky, these woods, this field,
light, gravity, the mystery of consciousness,
spinning through the infinite void
on a hurtling sphere in an expanding universe,
and I saw no one.
The calls of geese, unseen behind the hill,
brought me back, jets nicked the west with neon,
the dog leaned warm against my leg, and surely
for some others, impermanently blessed,
some one.
