Metaphorizing Sunsets
If only I could spend the rest of this brisk afternoon
Walking into an endless twilight,
I'd invest sunset with the plenitude of my psyche's energy,
Recreating it as an incantatory metaphor
Necessary for changing the course of my destiny,
Certain that going away from home, not toward the known,
Is the only destination poets and other nomads seek,
When they believe that what's up ahead
Justifies the soul's pursuit of new ways to view what's old.
In an hour or two, I'll head off into dusk's wooded purlieus,
To search for a sunset which, if I can't transmute it,
Might metaphorize me into its prism of hues.
03/20/10 - (2)
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