Poem written at Camp Capers and photo taken at the F9 Ranch. Two places where I encounter the Holy.

Hunting for sunsets

wherever I go.

Chasing down rays

of shimmering light

breaking through

tree branches

which, like arms,

reach out with

empty embrace for

a lover moved on

before the oncoming

darkness covers

a land who’s stories

fill hearts and minds

of days long past,

with moments of joy

and song filling this

newest night with

wonder and hope.

29 May 2017

Ram Lopez