Blue Light on the Floor

Instead of roaring and rolling around

Going on about the world I knew

In Which the Universe tears holes into our lives

And the far moon and the dark night

Are the distances shown huge and cold

Wild, harsh; terrified

Now where I live the black night is built up

In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow

And I say "Hello Moon out the window

You are nothing to me now but some blue on the floor of the kitchen."



"Hello, little man in the house

Glancing out the window and going to bed

This is the mountain above your roof

This is the space above your head

I know you're comfortable in there, being content with what you have

Saying 'no more hunting, this is it'

And sitting still for good

But you must come reconcile with me

This is the space above your head

I am the dark unfolding mystery

Come out, come out and see what you don't know"