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Standing Barefoot In The Dark
Something
is faintly humming
out there
in the quiet night.
Is it the neighbor’s
air conditioner,
a motor running
far away,
or the distant voice
of that bright star
sparkling
above the maple tree?
Fireflies flicker
and then become
part of the darkness.
A single owl calls
to whom?
And every so often
the streak of wings
unseen
cuts like a slim razor
the fabric
of what we think
we know.
Walk In Light
Sometimes I feel as if
I am walking through the world alone,
singing the songs I have taught myself.
Away from the kindred circle,
I carry the past and the future
on my own.
Won’t you
wrap me up in days of light.
Set my feet on ancient streets
where I feel the cool steps of my ancestors.
Show me the stars that are in my blood.
Make a place for me around the fire—
tell me your old stories
so I know how to belong.
Cindy Forsburg's poems have appeared in various publications
including South Dakota Magazine, South Dakota Review,
SubtleTea (forthcoming), Twilight Times, and the
Vermillion Literary Project. She is a college
instructor and small business owner in Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Email: Cindy Forsburg
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