Sunset ushers in disputes and objections.
Even the birds succumb to this urge
for a sweet little while until all is soothed
and settled for the night. Do not hold on
too hard once the world has gone quiet
or try to grab a sinking sun by the scruff,
squeeze life to death with your love and
cold fingers. You’ll burn. Be gutsy. Let go.
When rebels kindly concede and even
the most anxious of giants lay down their
heads next to heavy grudges, grasp
that nobody owns another’s journey.