Storm Coming.

in the sunset shadows

our legs stretch long

all the way to the horizon

with only our small heads

leaning over the edge

while our thin frail arms

wave across the length of the land

trying to grasp hold of something

something solid

and still we go sliding on

and when the sun slips below the sky

we are swallowed up

a single splash in a sea of dark

we sink beneath the rolling night.