Drumbeats
Homely light filters through lace curtain charged with guarding a window.
Black shadows eating dinner laugh merrily in contrast
to the yellow warmth that surrounds them.
Outside this house the moon shines dimly
Struggling around the court,
But the faltering drumbeats cherish it.
Petty light was given, then stolen hurriedly away
As clouds deny the slightest warmth.
A blanket of snow and a pillow made of shards of ice
Looks like protection from a glacial rain
But the fading drumbeats beneath cry false
Slower still, and then the light.
Horizons shine, warmth imbues creatures with power,
But the drumbeats have gone away.
Now the warm yellow light has appeared again,
And another little drumbeat tries to pound through the night.
