As evening's resolve
darkly thickens
I falter on the water's edge
in silent contemplation.
The starry canopy o'er head
winks as in conspiracy
at its own image
deep in the night below.
The hillsides sparkle
with their skies above,
like electric promises
within the signs and street lights.
These images I see
of living skies
and neon signs
both calling endlessly
to distant watching eyes,
are just refracted images
of the reality in which I live.
Could I slip softly
into the wavering night
lying before my feet,
would I find the world
I'd once wished to greet?
