Day Nothing to Do with the Past

Driving down
the sunset canyon

shadows chasing
red-gold cliff walls

under another perfect
blue sky (and so forth)

the world's so
always full

of everything
becoming everything

you know that any
gain entails a loss,

that's necessary,
yes, understandable, necessary,

but you're a little
amazed and a little

hopeful that it never
lets itself empty,

and therefore every loss
entails also a gain,

shadows snuffing
red-gold bringing

on stars, spring scents
of evening (and so forth).