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?
Freedom, perhaps?