Dark Thirty

It was dark thirty.

A long afternoon….clouds making their

way across the sky, dancing slowly,

holding back the light, playing the rain

ballerina, teasing the sky over the caldera,

lush valley of flowers, Conrad wrote a

novel about it, or was that someone else?

I could have made up a virtual reality,

but would it have been better than this?

I’m not sure of the answer, but I think

I’ll take the natural magic, ordinary magic,

a little gritty maybe, not perfect, but we

don’t really want to go to hell, do we?

It’s good that 

somewhere in Mexico, nothing happens.