A Poem From the Night
Christina Isobel
my mind
circles the moon
looking
for an entrance
ravens
flutter and fall
like leaves of paper
to the trees below
frogs call
for mating
unceasing
‘til answered
my body entwines
with the dark
coding itself
for another day
a coyote tips its head
to the sky
knowing
the sound death makes
—all point to the way of wonder