Sunset Painting

Today, the couch and screen
are not enough

I long for the road
and silent dew

My obsessions fade before
the failing light

As darkness rises from
the sun’s corpse

The sophists hold forth
beneath pale florescence

While I step out the window
drifting into the dusk

Speak to me, cold wind
swirling forgotten thoughts

Speak to me of the ancients
of their wanderings

I’ve forgotten wild mountain honey
lacking true courage

I know nothing now of beauty
contrived and false

I have forgotten how to pray
how to ask

I have forgotten how to hallow
how to love

And so the couch
and the screen

And the ethical priority
of the self