Twilight

Twilight.

Day reaching into night.

I live here,

reaching

out my hand to Father Sun,

Mother Moon.

This is the land of the nighthawk

echoing call

of loneliness

and beauty.

Bats sweep

flitting wings against darkening sky.

Raccoons poke bandit faces

from blackberry jungles.

Everywhere life

stirs to rise

or sleep

in magnificent transition.

Twilight

is my country.

Banned from day and night,

a foot planted into each;

walking the place

where the wind dies

and the sky

paints colors

abandoned by rainbows.

Twilight

plays tricks on your eyes.

Can you see me

beautiful

in your headlights?

by Seda J. Collier

June 3, 2008