A Mirror Floating in Water

Si renderanno conto un giorno
Saprà un giorno

Maybe ignorance will tire fault
And the clouds will overcome the moon
The moon, will be at fault.

Haze of hazelnut coffee
Dreary over eyes
Too much of late;
9:45
Humid, no rain
(It rained last night).
Pressure over my head
Sleep brought over my head

Bulb falling from the ceiling
Bouncing off the table
Smashing upon the ground into a thousand little pieces

Banging fist on the table

The moon, the deer, the forest
Black sky, dark as black space.
Full moon not to return until the end of the month
Or was it a new moon?

For others, full moons do not return
And new moons are begun in the celestial cycle.

I returned to the forest on Saturday
The sky was blank
The spring had dried
The trees were bare
(But there had been no snow).
That doe which had stood in the moonlight,
Gone.
The crickets were dead
The night was still
A silence, an unpeaceful silence
Like an axe cutting through oak.
Immutable silence