My Teacher

The sun, just above the  horizon,
Leaves only a pale yellow wash in the evening sky.

An airplane makes a sound that fades away.

I think it is a holy night, that if

I dared, I'd stay to see the darkened sky

Lit with stars, and constellations hidden by the sun in day,

And listen, look and seek the answer

to the sometimes silence of my planet earth.

The dog in the yard below speaks up.

The frogs stop.  A pause. A solitary bark.

The cat has gone to seek out the secrets of the shadows.

And I, lonely for my teacher who no longer shares with me each day,

Feel  his presence, his joy in living, and put my fears away.

GBP

2011