Nocturne with and without StarsThe grass is wet. Enter the darkness.
If you can walk, do so quietly. Go
like a slow breeze or like a tree’s shadow:
be in this place the way a wildflower opens
under the dews of heaven. Flow like the breeze,
so that your knees bend to that rhythm
so that your body sways to the night’s softest drum.Go farther into darkness, to where apple trees whisper
behind you and the sky opens above you its garden
of lost stars. Where are you now
but where no light can find you
and the old gods come?
Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2013 Photograph Nocturne ... Traces of de Kooning
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 63
