Turning off
jazz
on the radio,
finishing a large cup
of herbal tea,
I move
into the small bedroom;
eager for sleep.
Lying in bed,
the covers doubled
on a below zero night,
I discover
the moon,
perfectly framed
a large,
cloudy eye
the indefinite color
of well aged
blue cheese,
slightly laced
with gray,
low,
unusually low,
watching me;
its wide
constant stare
against a starless sky.
jazz
on the radio,
finishing a large cup
of herbal tea,
I move
into the small bedroom;
eager for sleep.
Lying in bed,
the covers doubled
on a below zero night,
I discover
the moon,
perfectly framed
a large,
cloudy eye
the indefinite color
of well aged
blue cheese,
slightly laced
with gray,
low,
unusually low,
watching me;
its wide
constant stare
against a starless sky.
