The night stream is run with stars,

sky spills and slides

against sienna ground

with arrowheads deep in soil.

Cicadas buzz like unseen

molecules on August new moon.

Lanterns, not lights, glow behind

unshuttered windows, baby

possum crawls along black pond,

dog rests on moist pine needles

as unknowns peer from behind

fern and jewel weed.


By Judith A. Kennedy, from her recently published book Salted Wakings, available from Finishing Line Press