Out of These Wounds, the Moon Will Rise

Now that the sun has set and the rain has abated,

And every porch light

in the neighborhood is lit,

Maybe we can invent something; I'd like a new

Way of experiencing the world, a way of taking

Into myself the single light shining at the center

Of all things without losing the dense, eccentric

Planets orbiting around it.

What you'd like is a more

Attentive lover, I suppose—· Too bad that slow,

Wet scorch of orange blossoms floating towards

The storm drain is not a vein of stars . . . we could

Make a wish on one of them; not that we would

Wish for anything but the impossible.

Source: Green Squall ( Yale University Press)