There is a slow thick sky today
a slow
soft
dark grey light
on Thanksgiving morning
I came home to watch the silken sky
open around trees kept company by a few stubborn leaves, now
rich brown like old leather. I came home
for this slow moving daylight that will wait outside my window
quietly lighting the room with a grey light, a slow light, a
dream light. And in that soft light I’ll
take down books from the shelves and read words I’ve read a million times and
want to read a million more. And in the
evening the sharp black lines of trees will begin to sink into the sky as it
looses it’s day color and fades away.
The woods will be swallowed in steps too small to measure and the trees
in the front yard will disappear and someone will say “Another day gone” and
that’s why I came home, for another day.
For time passing
for slow thick skies
that move through branches on trees
I’ve seen a million times
and want to see a million more.
-Kevin Slick
