Night Trek
2:06 AM - 3:48 AM, October 9, 2025
Brush Of Breath Scattered drops of ink On disappearing canvas Myself, brush of breath Mist Of Hurt Once forgiveness comes Hatred turns into sorrow Hurt’s mist dissipates Scholar Spider in the dark Of ferocious human waste Is there redemption? Footprints Dinosaur footprints High on a Denali ridge Before yesterday Wind Wind scours Taklat flats Mindlessly and forever Rushing on its way Vastness The vastness of time Is both comfort and terror Mists curling in mist Past Midnight 1 am waking Perils of lost day come new For new accounting Deep In Night Waking deep in night Can be moonlit harvest time Or a barren field Lost Night Blind intimations Become interior sight Lost stars in lost night FeliCity This felicity Of finding wakens delight That was always there Free Of Thorn Curving horn of ram Freed of thorn holds mighty blasts, Wrecks desolation Bombed Bombed out Gilead Forbids the world a sweet balm This, the sorest soar Forebearing In the dark of night I explore ruins of light Compare with forebears Persistence Silent persistence Of intuition which knows What isn’t doing Dearest Dearest of my friends, I address emptiness, stamped With all I might be Mounrain Stream Poetry’s second Brooking of experience Its own babbling way Old Grief Record of childhood Missing those who were nearest Presence of absence Prospector Sometimes in the night I prospect a rocky bed Find golden nuggets Poor Biographer Poor biographer Of the canyon of myself Hardly know my life Translation A good translator Finds a trance that seems to bridge Chasms that can’t be bridged Night Waking How fecund the night When dreams part to let me cross Seas I never knew