The Setting of Suns
Blue above, with edges and undersides
of pink shading to coral, the clouds above
freeway valley measure the passage of time.
A slice of a lifetime told in the sunsets
over this valley. With a voice
I’ve come to savor, musings reach me,
on the passage of time, of sunsets
across seasons, over the years.
Thoughts of daily routines, changed
now that he is alone; of memories held
in photos and letters, and the sun that set
on a lifetime of nearly a century; of a gift
that was his not through payment of a debt,
but through love and dedication.
That coral slowly fades as blue turns to gray,
and a poet’s soliloquy cannot
encompass all the thoughts
held in those clouds. A flute plays,
and fingers that could be writing
trace the joy and sorrow of those times.
In the end, a sigh tells it all.
This poem is for my friend Daniel Charles Thomas, whose uncertain future almost certainly holds a move from that place he calls home, which was his mother’s home for forty years. The view from Daniel’s window, looking out over what he fondly calls “Freeway Valley” in San Diego, provides some spectacular sunsets, and he has shared some of those with me over the years. His words and the clouds from his most recent video inspired this poem, and I used those clouds here, with his permission.