Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Night Sky By Penny Harter

When something taps your window
in the dark-a large moth
beating its pale wings,
or a pungent branch of lilac
scraping in the wind-
You wake to the night sky
pouring in upon you.
You have been waiting
all your life for this,
open as a harp.
And when a bird cried out,
from the depth of the lilac.
where it has slept every night
undisturbed, you understand
that it too has opened
to a shining that sings.