Baptism

Sunset falls from the clouds
as a neon-lighted mist.
Soft ripples call geese
to swim in the glow
of a sun-sprayed lake,
To be amidst the sacred evening
behind, above, and below.

Bobbing on the purple crest
of a sunset-wave, black shadows
honk and cajole:

Leaving socks and shoes,
I feel the cool, bare earth
beneath my feet,
then wade into the cold sunset.