The sun relaxes as it sets
as if to leave the world alright.
When winds die down, again you feel
an eerie calm before the night.
The dusk takes hold and air is cool,
quite different from the hectic day,
but wearied eyes now contemplate
the placid eve now on display.
A gift presented by the lake
to all who wander on its shore,
is slivered sun, a final glimpse,
which now will offer new rapport.
That eerie calm, I've come to know,
is just the chaos letting go.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.