Turning Away From the Light

Turning away from the light

Flashing up, down and crosswise through

The brush, shadows flashing

In the reflected light

And across the trail,

He called out, “Please lower the flashlight;

There’s a full moon and enough light

To see.”  The light

Went out; there was a shuffling

Of feet on the stones and rocks and

The sound of footsteps moving

Down the trail.  When he turned back,

He saw only silence.