A lot of us around here saw this amazing sunset.
I know, because we were all talking about it.
Everyone said, “You’d think it was photoshopped!”
But it wasn’t. It was only nature,
dazzling in all its spangled glory,
strutting its stuff, carelessly playing,
and happening on this all too ephemeral combination.
I ran outside when I saw the whole house surrounded
by a halo of this surreal, blazing color,
a ring of glowing embers encircling our life,
with us the bull’s eye, centered
in vibrant ripples radiating outwards
plunging us into awe,
as if we were being baptized in a sea of azaleas
but it was the wrong season
so we gaped, open mouthed,
baffled at how it was possible
for coincidences so strong
and ingredients so slight
as just a few clouds and a little low light
could consecrate my humble front yard
into holy ground.