An evening like this: summer sunset
cricket song, peachy sky
reaching up the vaulted ceiling, cathedral clouds
clouds shaped like mountains along the Yangtze River
improbable, fairy-tale bubble domes, drifting closer
stilling to stalagmites all along the stretched horizon
quickly darkening to throw this garden into bas-relief
The air no cooler than my blood, and still, so still
The tiny humming of mosquitos hovering in my line of sight
I will remember this when I cannot see the sun for days on end.