Whippoorwill
A poem about the time of reckoning
Published in
Mar 29, 2023
I hear the whippoorwill at twilight
when the hard world softens
into chalky dusk, lavender, and gray
and absent light has stolen away
Feelings guide me more than sight
imagination fueled by the night
the day’s regrets and thoughts remain
bones and splinters and silent pain
I hear the whippoorwill at twilight
and quickly strike match to fire
to brace against the fall of night
and all it brings and all it might
The phrase “against the fall of night” is from A.E. Housman’s “Smooth Between Sea And Land.”
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