Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Between Me and the Moon

Some nights when I pull in the driveway,
and the stars are clear, and the moon is cresting
above the neighbors' pines,
I'll stop the car,
turn off the engine and open
the driver's seat door
to sudden quiet.        I'll stand
erect and still, and see the sky with nothing in between.

I'll soak it in: that there is nothing but air between us.
I take a fierce, rebellious pleasure in this. That even after
all our careful planning, politics and systems,
they haven't put anything between me and the moon.
There is nothing to separate us but miles
of naked space.

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