Voices on the Wind Evening Voices
WARD OFF THE NIGHT by Leslie Clark Every evening, as night siphons the fuchsia from the clouds, the cobalt from the sky, our dog begins to bark-- a gruff and panicked sound, more urgent than at any other time of day. I wonder if heís summoning the haunting response of coyote cousins, or protesting the ominous fading of the light. Every evening, as darkness wraps her shawl around our houses humans huddle around plates of warm, comforting food. We recite our days with bursts of laughter, cluster in front of the televisionís artificial brightness build fires in brick or metal boxes, flick switches to summon what illumination we can. Do our best to ward off the night.