Solnedgang Felt

Fingers so cold they take my command reluctantly,
I'm thinking through the things Jack Lewis figured out 50 years ago.
How true the truth still is...
and of the premiere businessman of the 20^th century
But my thoughts turn and run off to the warmth
of a primary classroom and the song that was there sung:
“Perhaps excellence is not an act…”
So quickly the thoughts stream through my head,
in a lovely honest way, only to be broken by moments
of equally true and welcomed silence, which caused my eyes to close.
My arms folded around my small chest for warmth,
because since I stopped running and the sun kept setting,
the air kept cooling, until it seemed that the sun was coming up
And not down—up over a peaceful misty farm.
With no urgency and no fear of the cold, I opened my eyes
and saw a white cat back on the path so large I thought it was a wolf.
I tried to follow him, and only found myself a few inches deep in muddy grass
when the teacher and the businessman came back into my head and mused,
“Perhaps excellence is not an act, but a feeling.”