Never the poet when it counts…
Today the sky was like…an event I got to witness
but my words just weren’t worthy of it.
Like having the perfect shot and no more bullets left to fire,
this afternoon crescendo of red and purple light
that felt like staring at the threads where night and day are sewn together.
and when the light was spent we few on benches became silhouettes among
Walking back I felt like God had wasted front row seats
to the rarest glimpse of heaven.