Nightfall

Down the road
when I don’t exist
when everything clears
and once again the stars.

Then the air will give to me
another answer.
That what is still
can never die
was never alive.

Then I will no longer be
his pupil.
Then the wind
will sing without me.

For now I take the sunset
like a child
in the thoughtless union
of solute and solvent
medium and mediate.
I take the sunset

like myself
always hopeful
but holding no hope.