Saturday, September 17, 2005


I was having one of those busy days.

Illustrated matters of fact were manufactured
and shown around the public square.

The kitchen was swept and wiped.

Something new was added to the cookie dough.

Toward evening things were put away.

The near-full moon was glimpsed
being drowned among clouds.

A prayer was said.

In bed I was comforted and yet afflicted to waking
by worries and dreads.

There was rising, and a restless descent to other rooms.

There were sounds of rain dripping on roofing tin.

And then the sounds were stopped, the cotton quiet
a signal pointing to sleep.

And there was climbing in the dark
toward strange lit windows.

And I looked out. And I saw!

September snow like bright yard goods
the moon had tossed on the hills for fit.

Sheer. Tentative. I saw this. It was I who saw this.

It was not a dream.


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