Moonlight so strong, it forced me,
shoved me, outside. I hummed
a song I hadn’t thought of for years: the night’s vastness and crazy stars
a sort of calendar comfort. Spinning and swirling toward
who knows what in our wild spot in the spiral,
for a moment east and west were obvious and secure.
We were waxing; over half way there.
I stood in the driveway, alone in the painful cold
where I did the math:
calculated, added, subtracted,
flung counted hours forward into the next day (or at least the next early morning)
I hoped to find where you slept,
your hands relaxed-half opened and vulnerable:
one leg out from under the cover.
The moon filled sky was there as well,
only older and with less time to shine.