Sunday, October 21, 2007

to know what the night knows

I need the fading light to sink beneath my skin
The crickets to crawl into my heart & sing their song.

The light of day has burnt my skin
Left me exposed & dry around the edges –
I need the evening air to inflate my lungs & breathe for me
To cool the raging furnaces of do & don’t,
Quiet the voices and still.

How can a twig be held suspended by a silken thread?
Is the tail of that squirrel twitching its Morse code for me?

Green and gold and brown is the light that seeps through the trees -
Then its momentary magic is gone
And all that is left is something by which I can see.

I need to know what the night knows.
How it holds the dark so lightly in it’s palm
Without fear or pain
Without even dark.

2 comments:

Sarah said...

The power you wield...I was forced to go spend some still moments out on my porch pondering this.

Anonymous said...

Did you know that if you locked a million squirrels in a room for a million years that they would Morse code the complete works of William Shakespeare?
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