ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
AFTER THE SUN HAS GONE DOWN
three bright things:
the rising moon
the fire where I sit
the nearby kitchen lights
at the back of my house
the burning sticks draw into themselves
the moon keeps steady on its path
my house sits contented
sharing the night with the darkened woods
a clamor erupts
the voices of geese all talking at once
are they angry? are they afraid?
do they call to each other
to strengthen the flock?
no matter
I can hear them pass east
grumbling and shouting
somewhere in the air above me
and below the moon
the sound of them passing through
the buzz and shush of the night
is startling as a point of light
appearing suddenly in the depth of sky
and racing back into it again
so: four bright things