It might do us good to take a walk tonight,
a little further than the lights but not too far,
not being bothered by what’s out of sight
and keeping mute - to see things as they are.
The black pines. The feathered branch. The owl.
The canyon’s stones. A step off the track.
The moon and the flash of a knife. The howl
and silence. The blood red. The blood black.