Poetry from NER 40.4 (2019)
This evening, the unknown waves
its wand, and a beam of light disappears
into the sky’s black hat.
The moon has never known its true home.
The stars do not remember when they began their journey.
Out of that forgetting,
they begin their own making.
Just like us.
Soon the sun will take off its cape,
and open a door to a place that is not there.