How I Read Aloud, 14

       The day “departing” and lying “open at your feet” asks that you remember and imagine that special sunset of yours; maybe in my case I conjured Pacific Palisades because the sunset is more “at your feet” there, on a cliff above the Pacific.  But to each his or her own.

       Something in me resisted a little “You can’t create anything yourself,” except when on second thought, I compared my creations to anything like this, like the world.  But I can be a partner to a sunset and a witness to the perfection of the day’s end, seeing its absolute                                                    c o m p l e t e n e s s.