At a certain time of the evening
You glance sideways.
A golden light
Caught out of the corner of the eye
And - with a little catch of breath, see  - a vision
Of purple black cloud and foreground green lit by flames of evening
All shifting moving dancing.

To savour every single last little moment:
And in that seeing with the naked eye of the dead
To find in the tiny space between action and the smell of grass
There is some Finding that may
That may...

"Build?"

One day
Into un-possible newness and
New life.