Mirroring Dusk

I fade willingly into the earthly assemblage
of frozen earth, and iced over harbor.

Close to dusk, all hurts transform into burnt embers,
sinking beneath a tawny sand beach, tiny stones glittering
with high tide shine.

When night owls prowl just above roof tops- housing
the perfect vision of discernment, pink blue gray mauve
chiffon sky darkens into a clear solid coal.

After bringing tiny stones home,
salt water returns to its own
broad swath of belonging.