In the Woods at Dusk on Halloween
This last day of October
I watch the stars rise in the sky,
the afternoon’s lavish light failing as dusk
slips into these woods I walk. Today
a new report has come out
about how fast the oceans are heating up.
Now, far more than ever, we read
the weather patterns, trying to divine what
lies in store for us—for our waywardness.
In nearby neighborhoods, it’s Halloween
and some children play at being mutant
creatures, unknowing of the unbalanced
world we’ve made for them. Overhead,
in the pale starlight, a flock of geese passes
across the sky—the first I’ve seen this fall.
The air fills with their honking as they keep
together in loose formation, while I go on
along the trail, darkness cloaking my feet.
Nothing to do but to feel one’s way.