Poem: Standing Still

I waved at my shadow
    urging him along.
“It’s ok, the day is burning away.”
 --evening bends the day and folds
    it away for tomorrow---
Pivoting, my eyes are cast forward on &
    my feet need little urging,
unlike my friend that trails behind,
    soon the miles become minutes
and I am found standing
    standing
        still.
If the Earth were flat I would be able to
    see everything span before me
&I breathe just to breathe,
    looking around--
I see the curve of the Earth, distorting
    my sight; refracting the sunset
to color my imagination,
    painting my dreams of this world
upon the iris of my imagination,    
    -beauty purity truth fall down-
crashing, riding the streams of my awareness
    & there is
no time to falter,
    yet I stand
still and breathe;
    whistling through my teeth,
like the wind in the trees that beckons  
    -singing in my head-
Angels that used to visit my sleep
    as a child, tickle the nape of
my neck with feather’d kisses
    & I shiver
standing still,
    breathing
& I wish that I knew how to dance
    & play in the fields of
my childhood fantasies--once again.    
The sun has almost found its resting place,
    & all at once all the ghosts of
my future stand beside me--playfully
    begging me to slowly follow,
& I wonder if I should wait or play,
    knowing that my destiny
is only a tomorrow away.
    “Stay behind and be with me--
just be in this moment”    
    & I stop short for the familiar voice
to speak again.
    Listening
Standing
    Still
    Breathing.
Waiting.
    Darkness covers the moist ground
bringing alive nocturnal life and sound
    & I listen intently
to the fading sound of my own voice
    trailing behind my footsteps
almost out of range, in-audible
    yet lingering
for me to stay still,
    for the future is only
a day away.