Night Progresses

The windows darken,

a few scholars

lean forward,

their chins in their palms.

Someone shifts

weight in a chair

and there is a loud crack

throughout the hall.

I remember film footage

of some worker

hollowing out

the base of a redwood

for some legal

or illegal

logging operation.

I waited for something


more than what

was already happening

to the tree.

A rockslide occurred

revealing a natural portrait

of Christ

in the bedrock.

Another image

appeared in a treestump

from a tree

that had been growing

from a grave.

The scholars pause,

turn their pages.

They look at the clock.

Evening. Same day.