Night’s Arroyo

The book of names is open
beneath the stars
and thunder rolls off Heaven’s tongue.
Who will reach tonight
the promised land? Who will know
where shelter lies when
the sky cracks open with an icy smile?
There’s lightning to guide
a lost heart home,
hope in every raindrop falling
as the underworld
awakens, and all its secrets beat
their wings against the dark
while sadness, pain, and isolation
do their worst,
but the chosen have found
their way to the bees
in their arroyo who
have taken one day’s sunlight
to make another’s honey.



David Chorlton

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