Rita Dove





Aurora Borealis

This far south such crippling
Radiance. People surge
From their homes onto the streets, certain
This is the end,
For it is 1943
And they are tired.
 
Thomas walks out of the movie house
And forgets where he is.
He is drowning and
The darkness above him
Spits and churns.
 
What shines is a thought
Which has lost its way.   Helpless
It hangs and shivers
Like a veil.   So much
 
For despair.
Thomas, go home.