At the ending of the day

 

Here

I am here in the places where

The autumn sunshine touches my skin.

I am here in the knowing of this

and the hearing of that, 
And in the shifting of wind and eye. 

I am here in the birdsong and the truck roar 
And the boom, boom, boom of the music within.
I am here in the cat on my right and the dog on my left 
And in the roll and curl of the surf along the shore.

The Bay is me,
The Bay and the sea and the sand. 
Where a thinly-hidden-along-the-horizon-me,
A dark-blue-line of me, blushes for the sun.
I am here in the 'snap' of the towel as I fluff it, 
And I am here in all the comings and the goings
And at the ending of the day, 
In every way, 
I am here.