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