Tuesday Away From Home

Far out beyond this man-made lake,
the sun is falling asleep in the shadow of the
rising moon. Deer climb up
through the forests to gather
at the edge of the farm fields, phantoms
cloaked in corn stalks.
 
Children follow their mother’s voices
home, somewhere between
playing baseball in an empty
parking lot and dreaming of it.
 
In all of this, there is room
for me to feel the earth grow heavier
and slow against the hungry gravity
of dusk, and the silence
that it awakens in all of us.