Sunsets

The day wakes up before the dawn,

not having enough sleep

to carry on waiting.

Not even palm trees are enough.

Not even sand dunes and

collections of feral rocks are enough.

The day still feels bracketed,

and though there are worlds of

lyrics and wind-wiping

and birdsongs laying petals

on the almost-sidewalks here,

the pockets of rain have not been enough

to douse the inertia of being

out of sync, out of place.

At its weaning, the day signs

for another dive into the ocean.

Trying to hold on to that moment

of

hankerchief waving

that the horizon still ends.