Bull Frogs Croon: II. The Darkness

Say you are out for a walk

And somewhere through the trees

You walk out of everything in your head

Or off by a window in thought

And what you look out to

A crease of trees perhaps you don’t see at all

But what you are thinking there in the trees

As you open like this through a window

Or walk and walk into a glazing

Then say darkness falls

Darkness farther back than the cave you felt into

Farther back than violence to animals

Darkness farther back than water you dove into

Hands in front of your face

To feel your way down and know

This darkness did not begin did not gather

Then something backing off it seems as you come in

Re-renters you and crosses you over

The sleep of the living and the dead