The mares go down for their evening feed
into the meadow grass.
Two pine trees sway the invisible wind
some sway, some don't sway.
The heart of the world lies open, leached and ticking with sunlight
For just a minute or so.
The mares have their heads on the ground,
the trees have their heads on the blue sky.
Two ravens circle and twist.
On the borders of heaven, the river flows clear a bit longer.
The Evening is Tranquil, and Dawn is a Thousand Miles Away by Charles Wright
img. Anna Castagnoli