Autumn Thoughts on the East Fork

Daytime is boredom after awhile, I've come to find, and nighttime
  too.
But in between,
      when the evening starts to drain the seen world into the
  unseen,
And the mare's tail clouds swish slowly across the mountains,

Contentment embraces me
With its spidery arms and its spade-tipped, engendering tail.
There must be a Chinese character for this, a simple one,
                                                      but we've never seen it up here.

Copyright © 2009 Charles Wright All rights reserved
from Northwest Review
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