And the golden gods went by running
When the day was ending and the sun.
You may not have noticed, they could have been anyone
Except the way the light
Penetrated the world just then;
Except the way the aspen’s goldcoin leaves
Quivered as if air were water;
Except the way the birds went on singing
Even after night rose up all around;
Except the way the bat cut new sigils into the dark
And the way the stars were bright.
They’re gone now but yes
It was the gods all right.