Mid evening realization

Mid evening realizations come to you
unexpected, like when you curl up to read a book
then your heart beats a little faster
with a thought

that you forgot a trivial sock on the clothes line
maybe it will become sun-kissed
washed out of the need
of hanging

that you have suddenly made the world
less colorful by pulling out
on someone's skin
with a word

that you have been folding your desires
like you do laundry
sort one with each shade
for each weekday

that you have been speaking about things
without putting letters down
because once written
it is real

that this fear of now, fear of yesterday
fear of the night, the day, the others
is only
a realization, like everything else
unless
you start believing.