2:57 p.m., March 25, Lunar-Bright

This center of an afternoon
incites with something swift –
it has relations with the moon
which underlie its drift.

Suggesting that the latent night
is only blinks away,
a whisper in its blatant light
unmasks its hidden sway.

I come to an absorbing peace
with atmosphere – I thank
all this striated brilliant fleece
of lunar-bright cloudbank –

there’s none of it which has to do
with anything not here –
a simultaneous review –
eternity is clear.

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