Saturday, February 16, 2019

Above Lacuna Beach

The lights on the dark hill
Are at a rarefied remove
From the things we like,
The products we buy,
From our earthly concerns.
They almost look down
Behind their doctor curtains
On this world of joy and chaos,
Almost in control

But there is the moon
That's been chasing us all day
And has escaped up the hill,
That dominates with silence
And by being far away.