Josh Wood

"An Evening in Georgia"

 

Poplars line the gravel drive.

The poplars are straight

and the driveway is straight

and long. In the summer the leaves

quiver in sun and dust, and

in the fall they look golden and

beautiful— and willing.

 

And the cornfields stretch to where

the horizon meets the foothills,

allies in concealment of the morning sun.

 

At night we sway, jolting rockers on

uneven decking to the rhythm

of the locust choir, and the creak

of old wood in harmony with

a clear stream.

 

If it weren’t for the darkness

we’d see the evening in trial

and triumph, but we wouldn’t

see the milky way or feel uncertain,

and the danger of certainty

is the loss of invention.

 

Josh Wood is a lover of all the dogs in the neighborhood. He likes music and writing and waterfalls and good hiking trails and the simple moments that are hard to understand and Jesus, and will give you a hug always.