Poetry Porch: Poetry


Seen on a Midnight Walk

by Robert K. Johnson 

A part of each of us,
asleep or awake,
is these five mallards

hidden from sight
all night long
unless for one moment

they happen to cross
the dream-like streak
of shimmering silver

a streetlight casts
on the pondís 
rippleless wateró

five curved shapes,
always silent, always
floating in the dark.

Copyright © 2001 by Robert K. Johnson.