Brushbloom Glow - Joel P West

Sleep

Softly in the pink heat

Bleeding from the evening softly fleeing from the

Blue East to the coast lets just lay low

Steep

Somewhere in a half-dream

Buried in the line between the chaparral and

Pine trees

All our clarity waits deep laced in the seams

The mountainside will show its jagged face to you

As the shadows travel slow through the golden afternoon

Until I got up close I’d never known

The brushbloom glow

Scattered on the desert floor

Every year the patience of the colors makes me

Love them more

Like floorboards in our homes

Every glimpse of light I see

Is just as soon a memory

And though my logic longs for absolutes

I’m only sure of moments I once knew

And all the things that I’m not proud of but I know I don’t regret

They have made the contrast clear

Every year the faces of these people grow more dear to me

They make me see

They make me see

They make me