Comprising
Even the darkness is light to Him. (Psalm 139:11)
The starlight pierces river darkness, black.
The distant beams come down reflected in
The moving surface, each a laser track
Upon the water. Like a black hole’s skin,
The flow envelopes it but unlike that
The light is blinked back up in night-time air.
The light is like a bouncing acrobat
That sinks in, deep, but comes back in a flare
As if to make rapport with fireflies near
The bank in summer. Fireflies and the stars
Pretend the river is not dark, the sphere
Of dragging black, a realm where looming Mars
Rules, tyrannizes. Maybe they are right.
Perhaps white beams and wings offset the night.