Autumn

Yesterday's full moon possessed and drained
my psyche. I woke to a midnight sea
folding in on itself with hushed violence;
some unresolved memory pulsing through blood.
My print-weary eyes scanned a ghost story;
I let my dreams do their work without me.
Under today's louring blaze, I swim fast
to keep flush with the shore's cypress; the pier's
deconstructed shadow flows towards me.
The cold I dread has become a pleasure —
body and essence merged in one sensation.
The gimlet sun stays cloud-scumbled, eschews
ultramarine spaces. I dress slowly,
still breathless, at home in the spellbound light.