In This Gloaming Hour

Christopher A. Wolfe “Alan” (USA)

In this gloaming hour,

this moment between moments,

I sit and think of what has gone

and what is yet to come. 

of the last hour’s sunlight

and the wispy non-moments of

the next hour’s moonlight. 

Memories have no actuality here in this

between-time.

I think back to walks at night along

Charlemagne’s way of light

and through barley fields lit up by Mars. 

A red eye awake in the mid of night. 
That eye stares down at us—

chased us and now waits. 

It waits in the night ahead of us,

where it will greet our souls like it did by the Friedhof. 

The Friedhof whose flowers we enjoyed—

the flowers we hoped would be there,
when we moved on through the gloaming.