The Only Source of Light

If I had not stepped outside
of the darkened house tonight,
I would have missed the ripple
of Jupiter behind low clouds,
and the musk of burned cedar
collecting in the eaves.  I would not
have noticed the small flame flickering
inside of my own bedroom window,
softening the walls
with an almost unbearable
sweetness.

A Lunar Thing

The full moon and I
were together
last night.  Now

darkness has
only just settled,
and the pale ball

climbs the black
branches between
my curtains.

I am weary,
wondering,
will we be spending

the night together
again?  There is no
point in wondering
,

the ardent moon
teases, I will
not tell until

the candle
burns down
and the fish

hang still
in the
castle.