Evening of the First Day
This evening’s sky is moonless and dark,
and the few street lamps scatter
only a dimness over sidewalks.
Now and then a car’s lights
sweep over facades and side walls
in ludic flicker of windows, doorways, granite steps―
successive flashes of this, that, and the other.
What else hath God wrought, anyway?
A good mate and a little wine, if we’re lucky?