It's Afternoon

It's not everlasting,
it's just the afternoon
and with it we're completed
in our flawless incompletion.
It's not tender.
It's not new.
It's just what we are going through
and that's the Big Bang culmination
of God's first exhalation of the word.
The honest ease of all our struggle.
The indigo dragonfly's flutter.
The dust and magic song of rust
as it takes us back to grass
beyond our longing. Our belongings
coming back from all these
strangers' pockets.



by jerry gordon