Watching the Night Sky

A brilliant darkness

Treasures popping slowly the more darkness that came

As they showed themselves my heart leapt

It was like a game of peek-a-boo

And then my body remembered, they were always there.

The cicada, toads, frogs, insects were singing

It was a bit of a hum that my body knew

As I lay on the ground, my body remembered

Settled

Moved with the hum of their sounds

And then my heart remembered they were always there.

The leaves were clapping

The branches were swaying

I could hear their rhythm

Again, settling, moving with what is true

My smallness in all of this

Darkness is a beautiful gift.

They were always there.