Night folds its dewy fingers around me...
And there's something odd about the way
Shadows fall at this hour, something strange
About the way sounds travel
Here - the waves, long and thin, trapped in flow
Like rivers or the veins of leaves;
The seemingly shapeless curds of clouds,
An undulating repetition in water and in flames
We are together on this planet that is breathing
Soft pulsations sustaining life, of which I don't know
The first thing; how the eye is a city
Walled in fortresses you won't let me pass,
Ringed in blue like waters caught
In the drenching shade of a rainy evening's twilight,
Stilled sky eminent behind storm-clouds.