Friday, January 27, 2017

Nothing like a cloud to make the center palpable

On such a night looking up, the eyes are well fed.
On such a night, looking down in the cracks, verbs lurk.
Is it any surprise your grandmother said, "The moon is night's center.  Beware, she shape-shifts."

1 comment:

  1. Intuition 6

    Who can say where the noblest feeling lives?
    One night of lightning makes the house feel right
    Fear being a way of escaping, an energy of its own
    I think of early summer days in Worthington
    running from room to room in the old and crazy house
    No one found the treasures that night
    No one looked in the attic