a glimpse

...there is a rising of forgotten

knowledge , like a spring from

hidden aquifers under the earth.

To glimpse one’s own true nature

is a kind of homecoming, 

…like the waterfall

on the upper Suli Gad that turns

to mist before touching the earth

and rising again into the sky.

                                               Peter Matthiessen

moon, I’ve stopped

marking you,

though I’m not sure

why.  Windows

 maybe.  My windows

are too far away from you

or are not in the right

sky.

Maybe if they

 were in the roof,

maybe if they

were the roof,

I could look up

and there you’d be

and me and my eyes

would walk

up to you

or

I would lie

on my back

and watch you,

and I’d finally

pause

 the way a

nomad might,

who skirts the edges

a small exotic fire,

waiting

 to be invited.