After returning from a run
And showering off the sweat,
I take a folding chair outside
Upon the deck and let
Myself recline beneath the angled sun.
Preoccupied by data shining
From the computer upon my lap,
I do a little work, defining
Trends before my sightlines snap
And look around.
The orange sphere’s descended.
A stillness settles on the ground,
The sky has purpled and extended
To meet the full moon’s pale and yellow light,
And I return inside, refreshed
By the magical turning of day to night.
There's not much explanation needed for this one. What's described in this poem simply happened last night, and I felt inspired to write. This poem may be a bit freer with rhythm than what I typically write...possibly because I wrote it so quickly.
