Tyger's tail

On the Dug Road, dark pavement and dim trail lights

humid orange rings, drawing away

above, the distant sky splitting the trees in two, almost meeting the path at its vanishing point

far ahead, a couple holding hands, walking.

Now an old love

now disquiet

the two of them held so gently in it, a great eternity of sky above their heads.

Someday eternity will arrive, the trail and the sky will be one

the sudden swish of some great cat’s tail.

To be given this in a symbol, to not see it

is a blessing.

A great blessing it is too that such unseeing is not always grasping alone in the dark

but sometimes holding hands on a path lit like this

that such wild beauty will reveal itself now and then

and seem intent on our love.