but what is it then
that is here, here in this world,
and … and yet not here?
But what is it then that sits in my heart,
that breathes so quietly, and without lungs—
that is here, here in this world, and yet not here?
Book of Time #7 as published in The Leaf and Cloud by Mary Oliver (Da Capo: New York, 2000)
The sunset is within 30 days of its lowest point on the horizon and it’s just before 5pm.
The sun shine off to one side and the road curves away.
Here and not yet here.
There is a silence that breathes so quietly and without lungs.
The park closes at 5 p.m.
Well.
The park closes at sunset and today, that is 5 p.m.
The park closes at sunset and the park closes at 5 p.m. both are correct.
They say that the gates will open when you approach from the park side after hours.
But have never wanted to test out this theory.
As the Sheriff in Fort Myers, Florida said about crime after Hurricane Helene, “We have a very active natural night life that discourages after hours looting.”
Time to go.
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