in the beginning in the beginningwas the single song of the songbirdthat broke the dark silenceand pierced the quiet skyso the singing of this worldmight begin in the beginning in the beginningthe nightjar tumbledmoth winged bat whispersacross the path and into sky in the beginning in the beginningwas the grey ocean of pre lightcresting silver…
in the moth darkof time betweennightjar wheelson silent wingsbefore first lightbreaks the skyand winter treeslike skeleton leavesbare witness tothe rising sun.
there is nothing to be found here but that that always was. breath hard against this new taste of cold, the moon no more than a smudge in a darkening sky. and yet even now this silence between rain squalls holds memories of nightjars trilling somersault wings among the stars.