Night, Becoming Aware Of Itself

i.

Tangerine,
Sun,
Sweet and without clouds—
From crinkled star corners, a sense of place.

ii.

The floor remembers the feet.
Memories pose in dusty rooms.
At the hour of darkness,
They identify with candles.

iii.

Insect silence.
Outlines of trees.
Near the river, a ceremony.
Wind scattering.

iv.

Doors lead to hushed streams
Under veering stars,
Mud wends over stones.
Only the leaves make sounds.

v.

Not cold, not breathing.
Alone in black grass,
The waiting water.