Firelight Rite

Indian Summer incantations I
Whisper through a forest canopy,
A blanket with loose weaves to
Peek into celestial gymnastics.

I flick my pocket knife open and shut
To the rhythm of a grandfather clock,
A fire embers and boyish faces quiet
as cicadas begin their evening gossip.

Prayers in the wilderness, not for safety
Or clarity – but rather assured
Fortitude as the night blackens and the
Coyotes hide for they are the

-Tyler Grant

I am a lawyer and writer in New York. I am graduate of Washington and Lee University and University of Virginia School of Law. My poetry appears in Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Door Is A Jar, Prometheus Dreaming, and Cathexis Northwest Press.

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