Liminal

[Lykren]

Like small hesitant ants
memories of events
keep crawling through
the ghost of light
that remains in this room.

I never wondered,
once it had begun,
what time would do.
The sea tosses itself
upon the shore, heaping water
which rushes back
to join the blue-black.

Diminished,
the sun’s final hour fades
like music settling in
to accomplish what it can
while birds caught
in that orange fury elevate.

From where the wind breaks
against sturdy walls, I imagine
the pale depths in which
you stand observing stars.

Then stunned by the sleek
and radiant night
I exit the building.