Frogs, stars
And big and little brights in
The Dippers and Orion's Belt
I watch the sky as night vision
Closes into far focus, I
Imagine
Ancient skies, constant gazings to
The cloak of night known
Beyond knowing
Fireflies
Brighten, disappearing into the
Plush of dark marine,
Fireflies?
Stars?
Do such things matter?
They don’t change the heavens
They don’t change the earth
My inside eyes watch my watching
As night sky nestles down
Beyond the pale, gone glow gold
Barely seen now,
Pulse and shimmer imagined,
To the west.
From somewhere
In the dark,
Gunnar arrives
He was on patrol, and
I whisper to him,
Listen
Frogs
We sit in repose,
Heat lightning like
Moths’ wings, but no weather
This night, lighting up into a day
That will arrive as we sleep.
Flickering, the
Celestial shifts on paths
Through old and primal wild,
Following more
Heat lightning.
I tell Gunnar, shhh
It’s far away,
We watch and listen for the thunder.
