Storm and Sight


Sing songs: sweet bells in the night
       the blackbird and the kite
       the tree-ghosts in the white
       the storm and the morning light
       dark and light
       black and white
       string and kite
all afternoon, all night.


Night is where we are.
       Kite is what we are, string of lucid
       white we are, black
       light we are, dark outlined in
       light, mourning storm of
       white in ghosts, in trees, in
       kite calling out blackbird.
Night bells sing violent, bare and sweet.

(First published in WordThirst)