Prayer For Sunset #1
The sun is tangled in black branches, raving like Absalom between sky and water, struggleing through the dark terebinth to commit its daily suicide.
Now, slowly, the sea consumes it, leaving a glistening wound on the water, a red scar on the horizon; in darkness I set out for home terrified by the clash of wind on the grass, and the victory cry of weeds and water.