Saturday, August 15, 2009

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.

-Jay Hopler