Like a bird
rushing home
to retire for the day,
evening beckons me
homeward,
to let go
off torn tired thoughts.
Evening -
a time closer
to the slumber of moments
that house a haggard
shell frame
locked
in its own jigsawing emotions.
Evening -
moving towards
the twilight of life,
the ritual
of offering salutations
to the Creator
on our plate of reverence.
