The Moonlight Defense
Why shouldn’t it begin at midnight
when the doorman is asleep in his lodge and the spinning chrysalis in perfect equanimity with earth, slippers under the chair, toothbrush back on its thingy. If tomorrow were promise, then tonight is real. Let us pray before the bearded poplar morphing in up-late celestial wonder. Celestial wonder inscribed on sleeping lids. I wander through doors and cascade in noise. Libraries tower in their occult light. Yes, solar wind, now windows bloom, the body waves beyond itself. Not all speech unuttered equals silence nor a dropped curtain signals an end. There are sudden days every animal secure in one virtue. The bedrock vision and the road unraveling, gentle traveler, the great thing is about to begin.
-- Peter Gizzi