Rejoice! The sun sets slowly. And when it does, the garden bathes in moonbeams. As sand from the freed slave’s back, the fear of death falls away to soften the dirt. Between Jesus and the Simurgh, there is enough good philosophy to water the heart. Rejoice! The sun sets slowly. And when it does, the garden glows in cool starlight. That’s the lagoon where I rest, where permission to be happy covers my face. Waterfalls on my breast form when I stand and the afternoon lets them dry. Rejoice! The sun sets slowly. And when it does, the earth holds its breath.
Every stanza is striking here, very potent metaphors.