November, Blackford County, Indiana
Daylight Savings Time has come to an end
and I find myself grateful
to live on the western-most edge
of the Eastern Standard zone,
where the light—the sun and all it shines on—
stays a little longer.
Yet sometimes, driving home at dusk,
I feel the urge to pull over, park,
get out, enter the vast fields of corn stubble
along Route 26, walk in the mud
toward the patch of woods on the horizon.
As the poet said:
promises to keep, etc.
But what of this desire
to be swallowed by darkness,
out of reach of fluorescent lights,
streetlights, headlights, God forbid screens,
to render useless nearly everything
except one’s own dumb presence,
the wind, and whatever creatures
I don’t pull over, of course, don’t get out.
I go home
where everything looks right,
where everything is just as it should be
except my animal heart
lost in the thicket,
burrowing deeper toward the core.
Daniel Bowman Jr is the author of A Plum Tree in Leatherstocking Countryand Notes from the Spectrum (Brazos Press, 2021). A native New Yorker, he lives in Indiana, where he is Associate Professor of English at Taylor University and Editor-in-chief of Relief: A Journal of Art & Faith.