tonight I’ll tell you, if you want to know,
about a desert campsite long ago
with mammoth bones and the moon a jeweler
striding out across a skein of stars.
Later, the sky darkened, with logs aglow
(until the sun put on a brighter show).
One morning, I woke up from distant sleep
and heard the thrill of a river running deep
into a song of possibilities,
a springboard of unusual surprise
telling me (with gusto) – time to see
the water in another person’s eyes
and all our painted tears make daytime night
until we crave connection – with the light.