Wednesday, October 26, 2016

"River Valley Psalm" by Oscar Houck

River Valley Psalm

Down in the valley,
it’s the magic hour.
The day’s last light slants in from the invisible sun that’s
swimming now in the Pacific,
spattering gold on everything it touches.
Whitman’s leaves of long grass
and the trees walking up the mountainside
seem illuminated from within.
The river carries away the last of the world’s loneliness,
strung out along the shining silver length of its back.
Benevolent, merciful
darkness pours up from the valley floor,
smoke from the flame at
the dimming of the day.
All of it rising
into the thin silk veil
of pale blue night,
bashful and blessed
by the silence of stars.