Not A Mere Luminous Hour From Now, But Now
Published in
Dec 23, 2020
Some stranger
slithers
between the window shade & sill,
prying me awake —
“It’s the moon,” I mumble.
Sure enough, the silver sliver
has space enough to nicely fit
between the vacant inches
just beyond my sleeping sleigh,
imploring me with its loud light
to rise from my night of nothing,
to follow it out
and twirl through the timothy.
The wild is waiting for me
with its torches
and naked glee,
hiding beyond the Earth where
the sun can’t shower it.
