And I Could See My Breath

All that ever came from those shadows that the trees did catch

was just another lonely word

that got lost 

in the loneliness of the night.

Like lights do,

like people do,

like sounds, and words, and buildings do.

Like all the feet of every carpeted floor,

in every world,

being lifted up and into bed.

That is how the moon sunk itself

down

onto our dinner plates

tonight.