Night-bright
Night
sky
so clear,
there are stars
dense as dust motes flying,
as falling flecks of gold in still water,
the specks of primal life in troubled mud flicked by a fish's tail.
Bright the star-spark, the planet orbiting, that blinks above the dark trees
almost blue, sharp as sun on ice caps,
cold as deep northern pools
where salmon swim,
remembering the
fierce
ocean.
