Christopher Sindt

Little Dusks

But how to look outside
for help: the terror
in the diamond-head,

the possibility
in the water lily.
Some bodies are just bodies,

you must leave them
to love their thick shadows.
And I loved that other

when it came through the door,
loved its way of letting
the soul drift about inside…

After dinner we flick the switch
and little dusks look up
from the edges like cave light.

Perhaps what we need looks up
as we deliver a glass of wine
to the table, looks up,

as the soul knows to do
before blooming,

as the flickering
body calls out
from the edge of the lake.

—Christopher Sindt

from The Land of Give and Take