Rural Glimmers

In the country we do not have city vison, we have a phosphorus luster, we have snails and worms that turn over a silvered mulch. The slow burn of a late dusk kindles sun-setting shadows – the sheen of beetle clipper-claws. A chitinous moonlight flickers upon crystalline windowpanes. Then there is the glint of gravel in starry waters, unearthed shimmer paths and a leafy luminosity in midnight cisterns. Those stars, they keep arriving until the darkness shrinks between their light, and if it is overcast, we set a lamp on a high place, one that can be seen from hidden and faraway mountain-tops.