Four Black Cats

Elijah Kubicek

Four black cats sit in the floodlight across the drive
And a single firefly flashes twice

Stars swim above like geese in a green canal
Trained to a line of dashes and dots

Imagine, stubbornly, the wind is speaking
But you cannot hear what it says

Listen to the quiet thump
That bids me say: I am who I am, not who I’m not

I have never been anywhere except here
And God is inaudible to those with no patience for the night