Visit Me Here
When the shadows run from the horizon into
Nothing; when the glowing disk retreats below
Heaven; igniting the sky and the Olympic Mountains;
When the pregnant pause of silence looms as
The bird cries yield to cricket songs; when the
Light grows dim enough to want for comfort of a candle;
When the chill rushes into the void enough to
Want for comfort of a blanket;
When there is no daylight or darkness;
Only the ambiguity of some shades of blue;
When there is no rudder or sail
Only the silhouette of a lone, unremarkable bow
Visit with me here, for it is where I miss you most.
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