These evening walks-eternal heat and haze
And draining color. Deepening maples lift
Their green fathoms of leaves, and dissolve. I drift,
Dissolving. Fences and houses dissolve. And days.
Nocturnal calm floats down, engulfing grays,
Drowning identity in the lightless rift
Of time. Summer nights vex obscurely. I shift,
Restless near sunset, until I fix my gaze
Where I find my peace-within. Then silence mounds
In immortal meadows, near an ocean bright
With cobalt of morning: the shores of early childhood.
There I discover house, dock, greenwood,
Rowboat-things and their names, as memory rounds
Each fact with its own past. I breathe that light.