Surprised by Evening

There is unknown dust that is near us

Waves breaking on shores just over the hill

Trees full of birds that we have never seen

Nets drawn with dark fish.

The evening arrives; we look up and it is there

It has come through the nets of the stars

Through the tissues of the grass

Walking quietly over the asylums of the waters.

The day shall never end we think:

We have hair that seemed born for the daylight;

But at last the quiet waters of the night will rise

And our skin shall see far off as it does under water.