Anticipation of Eternity

In the first dawn of evening
I go riding.
The sky glows gray,
The air a mistless damp.
Along the crinkling streets,
the twinkling houses
a sprinkling  of people
smile, nod and I fly ~
away.

A heavenly feel of expectancy
fills me, fills all things.
I pedal into
a delicious stillness.
Joy! I breathe it in
and fly ~
I ask the evening,
the glowing gray
and the damp --
What's happening?
What's coming?
You are! they say.
You are coming!
And we are glad.


Oriental, NC
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