Understanding

[michaelboy]

There could be a thousand candied sunsets
all with brillant colors (photographer's covets)
and there can be one, scarcely noticeable
and quite lackluster in a any visual sense
to which all comparisons have no understanding

* * *

The trees appeared as they'd never been gone
I promised the fields I'd return from now on
And the moon kept on rising
I had no more to say
I put my roadmaps away
And surrendered the day
~ From: Calling the Moon, Dar Williams