Night falls slowly in July.
The shifting wind and striated sky
portend of Weather to come.
Sensing this, the sparrow, robin and bumble bee
work late into the evening.
As do I in my garden in the sky,
hoping my batteries (both lithium and soul)
last just a little longer.
The scent of the starflower and geranium
drift on the breeze and suddenly
I remember.
I am here.
For days Death has danced menacingly around my edges,
taking old friends, beloved animals and even
a stranger
in a brutal twist of metal on the highway this morning.
This moment.
This breath.
They are all that is guaranteed me.
One day my batteries will wink out for good.
I wonder if I’ll remember this July evening
with its insistent, anxious beauty?
All pictures taken by me using an iPhone.