Dusk
- Dusk
It's no good to want God
badly enoughto think about it.
Even the divine is turned off by desperation. But what do I know?
I spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a doghousemy dog will not enter. It looks pretty in the backyard,but gets in the way when I mow the grass.
When we no longer have night, daylight does not seem so good.
What the firefly feels is this: call me lightning bug.It also feels this:
Please do notcatch me in your hand,child,
you are a danger to my future, brief as it may be.
Let me put the shine on your face, before I, the very momentI take flight, disappear. [End Page 443]
Nick Courtright is the author of Punchline, a National Poetry Series finalist, and Let There Be Light, which is forthcoming (Gold Wake Press, 2014). He teaches in Austin, where he lives with his wife, Michelle, and son, William.
