To Pause

 

              -for Lucien Stryk

At last
I have learned
to pause
east of the barn
near the old stone wall
of a silo long fallen
beneath the flights
of swallows
through the open doorway
the garden cooling
the June evening
turning inward
my breath
calm as evening light
my thoughts
not going to any other place
or time
no forgotten or
unspoken language
no discarded task
or lingering remorse
only this night
filling with stars