One Golden Evening

And as sun goes down tonight,

I do not think of all those things

that will lay in surrender, to rest,

or wonder where they’ll go, if,

like the dazzling golden jewel

lowering into the silken waters,

they will seem to lower themselves

with great gentility, straight through

to the other side of the world,

where they will find their ground

of great comfort, dignity, grace.

I do not think of the black night

that is waiting behind the veil

of this grand spectacle of in-between,

or the moon that will ascend

to illumine the deepening cracks

between each of our aging bones,

each with her thousand stories

imbued with the powerful promise

to witness, create, destroy.

Instead, I divest myself of these,

I stand naked between sun and moon,

between here and where it all goes,

flooded with the play of now and then

on this body, sanding here, now,

shivering with winsome delight

because suddenly, nothing remains

but one golden evening that

knows every star, every flower,

every flight and every fall,

and it is all me, and it us all us

reflected here, making it whole.

 

– tammy takahashi