the voices of the dead. are you with me, grandfather? do you hear me, spirits of the past? is the night hurrying because of you?
the answers are not in unhoped for words but the images of night: the cloak, the stillborn wind ripping brown leaves, rain on the sidewalk, clay earth becoming mud, mute stars, the tree sighing as it dies, the ending of the day, the halo of dawn, the nighttouch, the wolves’ howl, the heart, the soul of the dark.