Standing upwind of the slow squall of twilight –
a splash of light over amber dust and prairie grass.
Below, where water swirls like mercury
the dogs reel in surf, two children on a country Sunday.
But the moon stalks the day,
hunting for stray light that may keep the sun at bay.
And downwind from the squall,
the dogs lift their noses into the air
as we stand in the forging dark.