Sunsets fall like clockwork,
paint the western sky warm
and luminous.
How blessed are we
to see the sun sink
into the steel sea or the hale land
at each day’s close.
Celebrate and cleave to these rhythms
as human-made storms
buffet and bluster,
hurtling shards and sheets
of lies and twisted truths;
as a frantic few
seek dominion
over a diverse constellation
of precious spirits.
Unite in joy—
laugh, sing, dance
together under the abiding sky:
we many, we strong, we disparate champions of justice.
by Gale Naylor
Poetry by Gale 