UFO, For Instance

When the hole between blue spruce widens

& twists into a cosmos when the wild

lilac & campfire atomize & night hangs their smokes

across its belly when in the clearing you are certain

you are not lonelier but there is a lifting in you

where other knowing rises too & divides from the bone

in your feet to the fat round your heart & leaves you

surrounded by your own breath you step out of&

watch vanish & think the night ate it ate your knowing & how

could anyone know anymore you might as well look out

into the clouds of long pine that hang brambled &

orange in branches you listen for howling but none comes