Saturday Evening and the Light Comes In

Photo by Julien Maculan on Unsplash

I am still getting used to the entire personality of my new home, and this evening I discovered something wonderful about where my reading chair is placed.

I have had my eyes down for an hour

or perhaps a lifetime

watching words slide together too fast

to hook them onto pictures I can keep.

It is time to look up.

A warmth tucks its hand underneath my chin

tilts up until

my neck remembers how to direct my attention.

Settled over the angled roofs —

lines of deep pink against the gray-blue sky.

The way the earth tilts,

the way the chair sits,

the way the houses cut into the evening sky,

conspire every twilight

to distract my noisy mind

into silent witness of miracles.