I Was Cast Into The Sky

Sundown scans the landscape

brush shimmering

rocky shore a reflection of nature’s gleam

the woods at night

never call it sleeping.

Today’s struggle upstream meant

cut to the edge of shore where sharp

would not slice bare feet --

the wellness of his life

is a smile he had for her

the return one not meant for me

once it was --

coming winter too short

to say goodbye.