Bleeding

There was something eluding the finality of the day.
An uneasiness tugging at the back of the brain
It kept me searching for answers
In places where answers had already fled.

Maybe there aren’t any answers
I could stop the questions
And free myself

A hawk flew by
His mate crying out
Completing rituals of eternity 

I pointed my camera
To the distant ridge
And it made a story
Of the everyday

Night’s love affair with day
When for a brief moment
They could bleed together
As one

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