The settling stillness

I love this sense

Of the stillness settling

On a slow breeze evening

After a baked day.

Of the lovelorn longing

The whispering songing

Of the bugs and the

Birds and the trees.

In this calm broods

Another, something deeper

Something Other, something

Sitting out where

Far beyond my ken.

Yet it shuffles and it

Warbles, wanders nearby.

Calls me to its breast

Where I may rest

Become whole.

In my silence quiet

Yearning, I call this

Shift unturning

And I pray, I beseech

Will give thee.

For I pray to the

Wilds as they speak

To me at nighfall

The in-between, the

Luminous un-reborn.

It asks for all

It asks for

Nothing, it would be

There for my becoming

And it is, and I am

In the settling stillness.