though you have no doubt sensed
that he is not one to posture
start with what
you cannot really see
the way sunset over the coast
sections the sky
the way day
slides softly out of reach
the way night
seems so beyond
try to hold what will slip
like easy rain from your grasp
know yourself
in the torrent of dissolution
make your stand
where the questions are densest
the real magic he is told
always happens in the transitions
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 