ebbing light attracts us to the edge
of time, of earth, of day, of youth
the end of everything
the in-between, dusk, that word
a gateway into the unknown
we snap photos, pose with friends
try to capture something always lost
that we can never quite hold
quiet road
at night
when headlights
cease, time
of possum
raccoon and
the skunk
they wander
on asphalt
journeys, while
we sleep
they sniff
and scurry
when the
moon is
full or
waning, under
stars and
foggy skies
they are
out there
yet unseen
but come
morning sometimes
stiff dead
bodies, and
we just
swerve, in
a hurry
I regularly go on “Adventure Days” with my son in areas surrounding Nashville. A great one is: hike the High Ridge Trail at Bledsoe Creek State Park, have lunch at Swaney Swift’s on the Square (in Gallatin), visit Towne Square Records & Comics, then get ice cream at The Ice Cream Social.
Links here: https://tnstateparks.com/parks/bledsoe-creek https://www.swaneyswifts.com/ https://townesquarerecordsandcomics.com/ https://icecreamsocialreviews.com/
wind
blowing
orange
leaves
through
the
sky
as
we
lunge
to
catch
autumn
in
our
hands
Daniel W. Polk 