Deny not an alluring call of an evening
Despite the sinking feeling keeping you in
Push your gut and move into the bliss of a sunset.
Even when the feet deny the weight of your body
And the heavy feeling drags you into the dark corner
Deny not the allure of an orange evening.
Sometimes, movement is all you need
That of the wind in your shabby hair and lashes
Of the birds returning from productive freedom
Of the sun turning the globe the other way
And the rustling of the coconut sheaths as they lazily sway.
How many philosophers more would it take
Before we hear it loud and clear
That the world is too wide for our concerns to matter
And time always heals no matter how deep the pain?
Deny not the allure of a simple evening
Walk through as the universe silently goes through its routine
Watch as the world, voluntary or not, turns with it
And wait until it can work on you its magic.