The Night Seems

 

  

The night seems

a small black hand,

a beautiful darkness,

knuckled with the soft shape

of trees.

 

In the quiet –

listen –

the  sweeping trail

of a tender hand,

and the wheeling tumble

of bats

spilling into our sky

like a child’s jacks

onto a starry table.

 

 

Kevin Clark lives and writes along the Cedar River in Cedar Falls, Iowa.