St. Blanche Church Road

As I walked along St. Blanche Church Road
At dusk, I saw a small bird
Hovering in air above a lamppost.

This, I thought, is how the soul
Makes its way in the world
Wondering and hesitant,

Not noticing the Deerfield River
To the west or the dragon-shaped clouds
Gathering in the purple hills of sky

Above, mistaking a lone unlit lamppost
On a winding country road
For the outstretched finger of God.

~Steven Gizitsky