It's been a while
since I have watched
the evening settle in and fill
the silence up with darkness.
It comes the same however;
too long I've stayed outdoors.
I turn and watch my shadow
reaching out toward night
that silently pours through trees
a mile away. My homeward
walk will find me in the dark
before the backyard gate swings to
and startled dogs begin to bark.
A thousand limbs
that scraped my face
and just as many spider webs
I failed to see, you'd think
should make me watch the time.
But twilight's steady tow,
however rare it may have been,
will find a mind with too much on it
and holds me in the growing dark
to tally up the worth today
of what was done
and what was yet to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem