How should this moment in twilight be understood?

The audio quality is poor, but it was the best that I could do.

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How should this moment in twilight be understood?
The sun’s intensity has cooled again, it always does.
It is just dark enough for the streetlights to quaver on,
dropping strange luminous orange cones into the emerging dark.
The night is above the darkening blue
and also its there in the trees
and also its in there, in the unlit windows.
Of course, this slow return to the night
does not have to be understood.
What would such a knowledge be like?
The earth brings us back round
to this same moment again and again.
It, this moment,
doesn’t carry significance until laden with memory,
bringing past and present and future together at
these same coordinates along the circumference.
I have been here before, I’ll be here again.

So this knowledge is a familarity,
knowing this moment is like knowing a friend.
Its that kind of knowing, but it is no friend.
What is it?
Me and it, this familarity,
we watch each other warily,
wearily.
At the end of another day
I am wondering why love has made me so cruel. . .
again.
How should this moment in twilight be understood?

Intermittently cicadas are rasping. Then silence.

2012

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How should this moment in the twilight be understood? by Robert Allen Mahaney is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

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