Blackbirds gurgaleeing in a liquid dusk,
Rain as little gods upon the pond
Brief as hopes and lives
With intersecting rings
And still no heaven,
Aging well enough alone,
Water covering the earth
With mystery.
The shower stops,
The surface of the world
Goes calm, sets me adrift
Toward the darkened house
To draw solitude about me
On my irretrievable way
Into the enormous night,
Every moment a best guess.
