Traci Robison
Into Dusk
Digital collage
Response
Night’s Soul
By Jules Rolfe
Inspiration piece
The geese call themselves present
lifting my gaze upward
and holding my body still
before I can see their bodies outlined
in the cloud-lit sky
A lone wingspread set apart
from the V of the others
as the last of the sun
drops off the edge of the earth
I follow the loaner until she fades
over the hidden horizon
bringing Winter’s first night soul
I breathe the night soul’s first breath,
the clouds like intimacy of a smoke
passed through the kiss of a lover–
warm, private, forbidden
Sure feet stay firm on careless leaf litter
idly lit by the nightlights
of the late-come-homers and the untrusting
I relax my eyes wide
to sigh with the shine of the light
across water standing high
to hide the near nakedness of the trees
How I hunger for
the inky blackness of a prairie night
the magic dust of stars,
and the promise of Aurora B
were I a bit further north
The chill calls me home to the wind
whistling winter’s dry prairie grasses
A branch crooked like lightening
prints a thunderstorm negative
across the dim lit night
I wonder when this Nebraska wind
will flatten the forest to the ground
And open up to the soul of night
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