Uneven circularity of dreams, curled
in bedrolls around a central fire.
Waves of cloud across the moon.
How do we become emptied
for sleep after the fullness
of the day? What does loss mean
once you’ve lost everything?
That the moon’s solitude is
is no cure for its solitude;
rather, it’s the reason for it.
Despite the circle of people
sleeping inside the galaxy of trees.
by Jason Roush