Surrender
February 5, 2019
after Linda Gregg
Every day starts and ends the same
except when it doesn’t: today,
few cars or people pass. No need:
this bridge leads almost nowhere.
Cornfields stretch for miles
beyond. I watch night drop
behind the trees: an old habit.
Light divides being from absence.
Mayflies rise like church-goers
to the sounds of cricket choirs.
I am unfaithful. I remember
how people said God’s harmless
when he’s answering prayers.
But I’ve never seen good come
from anybody knowing everything.
Streetlights are waking and they
hold back the moon brass with rust.
Let the water below run black. Let web.
Let the spider. Let land. Let light.
Let trees stretch out. Let be. Let sing.