the air

so full this evening:

I saw a sphinx moth

sipping from the jasmine

hanging on the porch

-which is smelling sweetly april-ish, by the way

hovering,

at first i thought it was a hummingbird

then i saw six legs and those eyes......

god. what the hell is that?

oh that sunset light on slowing jets

the whine of turbines spinning down

and somewhere near,

unseen geese are flying

crying out

alarm!

or let's go find a place to graze and shit

i wouldn't know, i don't speak geese

this pink, these blushing clouds and vapor trails

a sky stained like a batik or maybe like if

a cotton candy machine exploded,

in outer space, something like that

of course it might be coal ash

blown from a chinese power plant,

a dust storm in mongolia, the breath

of thirty two million california cars?

whatever. it was lovely for a moment there

the geese are quiet and the moth has disappeared

maybe i should go inside

before i get lost in speculations

on the fate of dust and ashes

and evening-on-the-porch philosophy