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