What is that shimmering   that catch of light

that startles the shadows?   It’s like the way

a grackle’s sheen   forsakes its night-dark  

as it draws closer   black taking on the iridescence

of violet   bronze & green   almost

like the dance of air’s architecture

over the Horseshoe Falls   forks from thunderheads  

gleams from windshields   flames in grates

& conflagrations   & even the glisten

in rainbows washed from spilt oil 

It rises from the death of churchyard

soil   from the breathless ground

of broken husks & roots   from the sounds

stones sing   for those who have ears to hear  

It is the light rarely recognized  

that darkness can never overcome  

It is the song this hungry planet imitates  

which it once heard sung