Dusk’s darkening shadows fall, filling the space left by light’s waning

Stillness settles and calms the earth

Cool quiet currents come to rest

A time between times, a place between places

A threshold, a punctuation approaches

Signaling the end of one and the beginning of another

A small mark at the end of an epic is required

For without it The End can not be pronounced

Without the End a new beginning will never commence

Soft, delicate, almost imperceptible it came

Crossing over from one to the other

Marked by a Dragonfly on Cedar

It is finished in eternity now, recorded, done

As those tiny feet completed the circuit a surge of energy haloed

A memorial to what has been, and a final punctuation marks the end

I remain altered, etched, and inscribed upon

As the credits roll and fade into black, film slapping against the reel

I awaken as if from sleep and reach ever so tentatively ahead

Seeking purchase, a resting place to begin what is to come

I hold lightly to the known and trust that dawn’s new day already approaches

Like a dragonfly on Cedar