an esoteric sight made simple
unties some Gordian
knot in the heart:
the distant rumpled
office buildings
hang there lighter
in the wind-dimpled air,
looking more frail
in weak afternoon light
and empty now
of all who might
have illumined the lamps
that would yellow their windows.
Rarely does such a singular quiet
chime with such curious harmony;
and only once
or twice a year, maybe,
does such solitude and emptiness
invite anticipation
and foster in us this
benign repose.
