Before Dark
{Wendell Berry}

From the porch at dusk I watched
a kingfisher wild in flight
he could only have made for joy.

He came down the river, splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock, passing

on down out of sight. And still
I could hear the splashes
farther and farther away

as it grew darker. He came back
the same way, dusky as his shadow,
sudden beyond the willows.

The splashes went on out of hearing.
It was dark then. Somewhere
the night had accommodated him

—at the place he was headed for
or where, led by his delight,
he came.


close up photography of green and brown bird flying over body of water with catch on its beak

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Published On: November 24th, 2019 / Categories: leadership, poetry / Tags: , , , , , /

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