STARING INTO SPACE

 

The small moon rises slowly like a dilemma

I was too stupid to recognize at first.

 

The horizon of darkening trees

Undulates like the waves of a body in desire.

 

The night sky, here, outside the city’s noisy halo

needs a new metaphor of light

 

or one borrowed from ancient times:

playground, guide, god’s inverse sieve,

 

surprise map that only the Chinese spotted.

I’ve come to my friend’s rural spread

 

to try to figure a few things out

among the cow paths and cricketed grass

 

and the true light of real darkness

but staring into brilliant space, I get

 

Even more confused and

I can only stay ’til Tuesday.


Dan O., copyright 2001 (from A Third Set of Teeth); appears in Better Than Starbucks, May 2018. 

      


 

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