What’s that I hear
In the quiet outside my window
Is it a spirit of the night
A thing without a light
Rustling in the tree
What does it have to do with me?
Is it a spirit of the night
Moving just beyond my sight
The night so still
It belies the chill
Of a tingle running
Up and down my spine
What difference would it be
If there is something in the tree
Something that’s nothing
A spirit in the night
Who is out on the branch
And taking a chance
What is the shade
And the color of a shadow?
Is it alone
Am I?
What could I ask it
That it could say?
No sound I hear
In my ear
It has no voice
For now
Turn out the light
Turn off my stare
Stop listening
For that which
Is and isn’t there.
What’s that I hear
In the quiet outside my window
Is it a spirit of the night
A thing without a light
