I don’t want to poem about heavy things
Not on an evening so light as this
Where the sky is fine bone china
Suffused with coral and fuchsia
Pierced by a single jet trail
My eyes follow it
Up and up and up
I wonder where it is headed
I feel the warmth of the stone stairs beneath my bare soled feet
Releasing the heat of the day
The night insects are practicing their scales out in the overgrown lawn behind me
And a magpie warbles from her branch
The sun sinks lower
The sky slowly drains of all colour
Fading eventually to black, a single star rewards my patient wait
…
Alright
I’ll think of heavy things now
I just didn’t want to spoil the sunset
