Headed home
Wrestling thoughts
At the end
Of the sort of day
One hopes not to see again,
I caught the dancing reflection
Of a moon left to itself,
Shine on the ripples
Beneath the bridge
That stretches home.

The darkness within
And around welcomed
The joyful radiance
Of a beauty
Hardly ever seen,
Yet giving me cause to think:
Elsewhere nature
Paints a scene
That has no audience.