In the Still of the Night

by Paul Vangelisti

Comforting at this end of a world
so perfectly what it seems.
A hush of tires north and west
along the dry river bed ever
discreet in its improbability,
where night remains unnoticeably
another day. Silences abed
with dark wheeling in pursuit of
lost and found and lost again.
A world disguised as white space
reliably incomplete, discomforting
in the promise of completion.
A dancer impersonating the dance,
song a river soon asleep.