Art by Marie Dashkova
JUNIPER NIGHT: FOUR POEMS
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lone juniper dark itself
spooked by scant light
carving the barely
gnarled trunk
thrusting upward
twisted into shape
like a forceful vector
harbors darknesses
clogs the night sky
meddling with the light
beside the snaking road
skirting the ancient trunk
despite winds and storms
a scree of clouds staggers
light split like a marble’s eye
like an eye uncertain
down the ribbon of road
the distance of inner darkness
still the tree
sure the moon
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tucked into dark evening
beside a ribbon of road
lucent landscape
once a vector of force
now bent to ancient winds
the curved road
beneath a fragile moon
a scree of clouds
tossed by errant winds
that holds the tree in place
carving up the landscape
holding its place
harbors its own darkness
across the face of the moon
road circling wandering
what it sees or can see
curling off into the distance
no eye can determine
staunch the road
the sky the night
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