The Watcher
July 2, 2026•73 words
The Watcher
December 2025
The evening sky revealed itself to me
in layers of light.
First sun,
then expanse,
and then cloud—
orange, blue, white,
and then
some gray.
Cool air through the window,
as we moved—
connected me to them,
together as one thing.
The sight of a felled tree,
by the roadside,
revealed to me the time—
revealed to me that the tree is time,
and the sky was it's watcher.