The Circle Resumes

Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape Spots of black against a field of brown. As if on cue, they choreograph their flight Up and down, like waves at low tide Just a ripple before they settle Bobbing to a minuet as old as time. Chatter of excitement as they discuss the day’s events Children too excited to sleep, too restless to stay still Something moves, and the sentries cry out a warning, In harmonious exodus, the sea bursts forth into the sky Absorbing the last strands of light They take flight across the shallow riverbed. Reflections of black specks against the setting rays of sun Up towards the back wash of brilliant pinks and yellows Shards of cerulean attempting to hold back the sapphire night A finger-painting of bleeding hues Streaked across a mat from a single orange focal point. A stroke of madness in a painting of harmony. Night’s orchestra tunes up for tomorrows concert They return at dawn to greet the day Renewing once again the sonnet of the night And the circle resumes.