Night Letters (October 2020)

Dear—
Nearly full moon lifting
above mountains sky deepening
towards sunset and that moon so suddenly
huge I stopped on my bike in the street hungry
for that realness that body that rock
reflecting sunlight mundane and powerful
translucent the way only the moon
before sunset can be
I stopped
on my way home riding American streets
lined with signs and flags touting our
two countries hostilities unfolding
in the air all around me and I rode
through it anxious that there will be
no end to the ways we delude ourselves
speaking past one another signals crossing silent
in mid-air I do it all the time unwilling
to disagree out loud filled by the fury
I let settle inside me
I have been looking
at the moon all my life haven’t you too
eating its image that light somewhere
in our cells waxing towards fullness
Don’t you want to name it that feeling
of seeing your life at a distance
lit by all it cannot hold
Waiting,