at night i watch
the moonlight melt into the sound
like raindrops dripping down glass windows

i’ve witnessed
in solace the sigh of winter
cover my mother’s grave in a sheet of white

some days i stand
on rocky shores and watch the waves
roar and reach out of the body to tug at my feet

today i climbed
to the top of the tallest mountain
and looked down at the stars from above

for a moment i wondered if these beams of universe were
city lights swelling with the revelry of life

somewhere they’ll be
laughing at the well-dressed apes spinning
on the pale-blue spec around a burning sphere of plasma

and someday we’ll be
bones fossilized in stones
imbedded in the memory of the Holocene