We were coming home from the theater
At the end of a dark night,
Chattering and flirting,
Lugging the old Volkswagen
Under green maples along the driveway.
We sat on the trunk and stared at the darkness,
Lit by four thousand fireflies.
And we were speechless
Because the earth had finally
Stumped us in its sudden surprises.
We thought we could know all
We had not yet known
And were ready to attack
With our sharp wit, quick tongues
And scholarly minds but for once,
Amidst the flickering backdrop
Our eyes scarcely penetrated darkness
And we paused for a long time,
Silenced and
Unsure of what to wonder.
