Somewhere,
Between here and somewhere else
Towards the evening,
An end awaits.

Why did it have to end this way?
(Today, I mean). I knew the sun would go
Down, but never why. Then when the day has
Ended, still I sit.
Somewhere,
Between here and somewhere else
Towards the evening,
Awaiting an end.

Between here and the evening,
Somewhere before night’s stark gray
Goes black,
There will be a segment of a life
That I must live.
I see that segment as just one of the
Many rapids along the river,
One of the many fast, swift currents
That slide by rocks in silent tumults.

That part of the river I shall reach all too soon.
I am there yet, but not yet.
I am there again, but not yet.
And yet beyond the evening
the dormant black does lie.
I shall reach it yet.