Wide Open Night

Outside, my eyes
are drawn up
(wide open night, the moon)
I can't walk straight,
my sight pulled toward
the hundred thousand stars
that effloresce
between the clouds--

The rumpled clouds
(the moon hangs like a hard, bright)
the rumpled tatters of clouds
thrown back by
wind and cold,
and there poses the moon:
(a hard, bright pearl, the moonlight)

I can see without the
street lamps
(the moonlight making my skin)
I can walk alone
through the blue
(making my skin turn white)
and silver darkness

The water of the Sound
glints like chipped and
polished metal under the
relentless light of the moon.

Wide open night
The moon hangs
like a hard, bright
pearl, the moonlight
making my skin turn white.