NO STARS AND LIGHT RAIN

 

As suspected and predicted, no stars

and light rain tonight. Not the right time, then,

to factor in the fact that when counting, one star leads

to another star. No, that would be more

for Glastonbury stone circle: to call out

ad-libbed hippy poetry over the stoned

bongo drummers atoned around the fire on

an E come-up as the city lights up.

Still, it’s been said now. Nevermind.

If it makes unseemly collocation so be it.

There’s no such thing as almost infinite.

There had to be everything in order

for there to be even an atom. A drum

is a dream bigger than a dream of bounding

in huge, magic circles in space. Again,

these utterances may have better place. For

I am not out there, under the Ancient Night.

I am in the kitchen, thinking if the windows

were washed, every one, we would see

nothing but the same white mirrors, re-affirming

the quiet interior of this done-up room.