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 pond’s
rippleless water—
five curved shapes,
always silent, always
floating in the dark.
Copyright © 2001 by Robert K. Johnson.
