Evening’s Low Light – Phyllis Peristone

Evening’s low-light traces calm

around the edges of the land

islands and promontories –

the silver holds

with small and large ships ferrying –

under a same -coloured sky bats fly in, circling a perimete we can’t measure

a cleaner working in a building surfaces

with a hand-held bucket, a movement

that disappears in the empty grid-light

where an office-worker sits late

in the void of light-crossings-only

space

like the calm after watching TV