It was the sunset that saved me.

The way the colors
bled and ached
across the sky
matched my
ever-whirling body.
And on the left
the steep
snow-capped mountains
golden with light
and piercing
the ever blue
clear sky.
It was the sunset
that saved me.
Not your arms
or your insistent mouth.
Not your big laugh,
nor that earnest look
you have when
I babble on
for far too long.
This time--
it wasn't you.
It was this moment
I have carved
for myself
the smell of bacon
this grandma bench
and just the clear air
going
in. out.
breathe.
in. out.
just this for now.
solid below
and liquid above.
one day
there will be peace&sweet
stillness
for hours upon hours
For now all I have is the
precious few moments.
And yes,
the sunset that saved me.