Night of the Garden

The night lie

The night is a thief

Is a stealer of secret dark

And in

Secret night you come

Secret night you are furry as a raccoon’s belly

Secret night secret dark

You have ridden.

I have entered into you so often

I have lost track of my beginnings.

I get drunk on the magic of you

Until I no longer care.

I and everyone can eat air.

But I am flying into a mainstream

That has no name.

I dip a wing and never touch shore,

And lie in wait for a clearing.

Down there the weight of a green leaf

When I step down into it

These words fall away

As newly hatched shells.