When the sun lies
slant in the sky— all of a sudden,
the way an eddy of leaves writhes
and just as soon seems to decompose
into dirt—you realize life is more than half over.
Yet again, when the moon rises,
it’s not just darkness and silence
like you imagine the milky way might be.
Under the quiet ruler of night
it is easier to measure the meaning
of another morning.
Anina Robb is a poet living in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.