TWILIGHT TIME IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN

Twilight time in the Garden of Eden and surprised I have not been
thrown out.

Heavenly shades of night surround me, sitting on a lawn chair in
the doorway of my garage.

Towering pines across the street form a majestic silhouette against
the whitish gray sky.

A cool evening breeze caresses my face as I admire once
lowly yaupon scrubs; since transformed into massive sculptures.

The gas light by the walk lights up the coy faces of pansies and
highlights the grille of the new Civic, dwarfed beside an aging Acura.

Yes, at times like this, I do believe, I occupy a better place than
Adam or Eve.

For it is my choice to rest here and be the one who decides,
when from the garden I will leave.

Will I return? Who can say?

But for now I dwell here at the end of a beautiful day.