Each day is an end –
a sun’s set or moon’s fall
over the horizon’s hidden edge.
It was always that way,
always that way.
We will go over our own horizon
one day, our dazzling sun
aflame in the tapestry of heaven –
that twinkling star far away
from someone watching out there.

This day’s end will be a winter sun
setting over the windy Oregon coast –
ocean gobbling up the flames,
rain cooling the waters.
The moon will wander
between clouds and the night
to mark the end of another day.

Portland, Oregon – January 1, 2020