2006-06-04 - 7:36 p.m.
Northern Night
Last night the Aurora Borealis lit up the sky
with cool firelight, so I’m hoping tonight
to see what I missed. The moon, rising,
is but a fingernail clipping, carrying an empty placenta
elucidated by darkness. I will walk around, go home,
and may even go out again up the hill before light
to stand alone in the field
where my brothers and I once powdered clay pigeons
or missed, pausing just long enough to hear the shot spray
like hail in the distant trees.
