NOCTURNE NO. 174
I think about my boys. They are boy souls inside boy bodies.
They are boy bodies inside boy costumes, on Halloween, and they are Ghosts.
I wonder that this Night is their union.
***
NOCTURNE NO. 175
Old folks shrink, collapse, like stars. Life’s implosion. It’s lights out.
But what is the meteoric and milkier metaphoric way –
to grasp these stars, these countless eggs, this Big Dark Womb?
***
NOCTURNE NO. 176
I need a new All Saints Day. I need one for every living soul I love.
Tonight, under this perfectly milky way night, I’ll count a star for each.
My difficulty: Humanity out-numbers me.
***
NOCTURNE NO. 177
Why should the scientific require less faith than faith?
I can feel those stars tonight. Like her, from across the room.
And I believe gravity is a miracle.
J.T. Whitehead edited So It Goes: The Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library, briefly, for issues 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6. He is a Pushcart Prize-nominated short story author, a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet, and won the Margaret Randall Poetry Prize in 2015 (published in Mas Tequila Review).
