Poem : Light as it Leaves Me.

My fingers wet with plucked grapes,
I sit in the shade of a day nearly ending,
watch branches and leaves flail lightly in the breeze.

I'm quiet, contemplative -
argumentative within myself -
to take this moment as it is,
to bend my mind and heart around what I witness:
a peaceful, untainted evening.
It will not fix me,
or everything.

But the jangle of dog leashes,
the scent of sautéing garlic as it wafts from a neighboring kitchen,
the slant of light as it leaves me
are signs:
take this as it is,
for it is as it should be.