We are surprised
Now we take the moon into
the middle of our brains
so we look like roadside
stray cats with bright flashlight
white eyes in our faces,
but no real ideas of when
or where to run.
We linger on the field's green
edge and say: "Someday, son,
none of this will be yours.
Miracles are all around.
We're not so much homeless
as we are home free, pienty-
poor, but plenty lucky for love
and leaves that keeps breaking
the fall.
Here it is: the new way of
living with the world inside of
us so we cannot lose it,
and we cannot be lost.
You and me and them,
and it and sky, it's hard to
believe we didn't know that
before, it's hard to believe
we were so hollowed out,
so drained, only so we could
shine a little harder, when
the light finally came.
