Dark of the Country

Run to the dark of the country

Trees sway wave welcoming wind

Warm blaze, suns embrace

Melts away city’s slight, grime

Here, time disappears, crime fears

Quiet

Years last minutes, finish fright’s climb

Horse-blinders shut malevolent mind

Find a home waiting, no signs

The farm at our house

Growing hearts wane at the harvest

Nature’s grasp so simple, plain

Its here I know I will return

Like strangers in the wind

The call of the night burns

Flashing lights fight, rescind

Looking ahead, always, no way

What can one man say but what he saw?

Just where will I play today?

The end of thinking far

Sniffing the damp air’s breeze

It’s going to rain tonight

I can feel it in my old knees

Colors shift as cat tails drift, dogs bite

Herd my dreams into memory

The sights I see right in front of me

The land spreads, sprawls, draws my breath

It’s enough, suficiente, until my death

Laughter, love, yes it’s enough

Until I speak my last weak breath

One thing to which I can attest

Now, will do, for me, for us.