The magpie in the Joshua tree <br />Has come to rest. Darkness collects, <br />And what I cannot hear or see, <br />Broken limbs, the curious bird, <br />Become in darkness darkness too. <br />I had been going when I heard <br />The sound of something called the night; <br />I had been going but I stopped <br />To see the bird restrain his flight. <br />The bird in place, the shadows dropped <br />As if they waited in the light <br />Before I came for centuries <br />For something I could never see; <br />And what it was became itself, <br />And then the bird, and then the tree; <br />And then the force behind the breeze <br />Became at last the whole of me.<br /><br />Philip Levine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/premonition-at-twilight/
