Late at night we become emboldened
and allow deep-within doubts
to glimpse, as it were,
the light of day.
So the teacher of Israel comes
in darkness to talk with the man
whose words glimmer
like a lake beneath a full moon.
A staccato celebration of questions,
a shimmer of provocations,
and glistening affirmations;
of sparkling water, rushing wind,
© Ken Rookes
Another poem reflecting on this story can be found here.