Thursday Afternoon: reflections on Eno

 

Warm and bright as insects hum

Vibrate subsonic

Ten billion wings aflutter

The air itself shivers

in light and positive ions

Gentle cushion for the descent

of leaves crimson and amber

The ground soft and warm

The night’s first kiss of frost

melts with the day

So we may yet pretend

in light

A day does not end

merely passes in the commute

to dim Friday morning memory

While somewhere in the universe

it remains

Thursday afternoon forever