EVENSONG

Photo by S. Auberle

EVENSONG

...when the night surrounded me I was reborn.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

~  Pablo Neruda

when the white pine

lifts its arms, beseeching

a first star to appear

when one gull calls

from the indigo sky

as you read Neruda to me

when poppies are nodding

heavy heads and crickets serenade

suddenly a moth careens

toward the light of us

buzzing    beating

darkness riding its dusty wings...

it could be an angel

in clumsy disguise or

just an awkward soul

like us

stumbling along

toward enlightenment