There are times in one's life, sometimes fleeting,
where it seems as though a camera shutter snaps
and they are locked forever in memory.
There was a sunset once, of a different kind.
Lake Memphremagog, July,1986.
I sat on what seemed like the edge of the world,
or perhaps the centre of it,
on a stone made smooth by centuries,
and so leant to me by time.
There was no horizon,
the above met the below in one furious solid blaze.
The sun sat before me and we, like lovers in a bistro,
gazed into each other's eyes.
I cried. No one heard.
I saw between life and death
in a watery reflection on Lake Memphremagog,
in July of 1986, when the world came to meet me
and held me for a moment in her wisdom.
And I knew what the rock had known forever,
what the trees and the clouds have always known.
That was a sunset of a different kind,
for the world came to meet me on that crimson lake
and left me too soon,
and left me changed.
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