Tuesday, July 8, 2008

summing up my last night in bohoc

Sometimes fewer words convey more than many words.

Midnight in Haiti

The last one up,
Left alone with a sky full of stars
I can’t see from home,
I came into the darkness
To catch a new view.
On my back, looking up
The sounds are similar—
Dogs barking, bugs singing, leaves whispering—
But the lights are different—
More bright, more multiplied, more beautiful.

The former witch doctor told us,
“Night is when I worked—
He’s only 32, like me,
But that’s enough time to find the truth.
Now he sleeps at night
With his family
With all those beautiful stars over them,
New lights smiling through the

The last one up,
I came into the darkness
For cool air and quiet.
I found them both and was refreshed
In the darkness,
A darkness made friendly
By lights freckling a night sky,
Even though this same darkness
In this same place
Is when unfriendly work is done.


Anonymous said...

I love this. It definitely gives us a picture of what you are doing and what you are seeing. Seems like it could make a cool song,also. -vr-

Ciona said...

Yay for poetry!!!