Suddenly

street light
can do things
other light can’t

all that was to be
was what it was

clownish light
nothing more

then suddenly
you find yourself
in something’s
abject glory

a trill of color
on dirty winter ice

street light
can do what
other light can’t

to wander
the soft dark
outside the
circle of light

ragged circle
from the street light

it was always
this way here

darkness
like expression
of doubt
spills over

when excess
thought leads
to starlings

a geometry
taking wing

This poem appears in the October 2024 print edition.