Dispatch #35

from On the Cusp

from On the Cusp

Alive, finally, in the afterlife
of summer, I walk home
in the gloaming, and the mind
stops chiming. When panic
exhausts itself the colors
return, the world returns:
Orange bending into red, yellow
blending into lavender sweeping
the horizon, punctured by white
headlights. The gift is given. I walk
and watch my hand rock
in its own shadow like a bell.