Not death and transfiguration,
not ambushes
And bombs, drones, disinformation,
mounds of ashes

And rubble – not that, but light, light
itself, and dark,
Each becoming the other. Night
ending, to mark

The new day, evening with its pale
reflections on
The water. Out far, one last sail
turning, then gone.

Jared Carter's most recent book, Darkened Rooms of Summer: New and Selected Poems, is from the University of Nebraska Press. He lives in Indiana. Read other articles by Jared.