for Will
I’m dodging through parking lots,
heading for road, when I look up—
in the dusky blue, a yellow-silk moon
rises huge over Walgreen’s, follows me
home over oak woods and telephone poles,
glowing with a light that seems its own
though there, in the rear-view mirror,
the setting sun sinks through clouds,
its orange-pink light reflecting on us all—
loneliness is contagious I read in the news
and look out again at the moon, the luck
of a world order viagra by mail companioned by light—as, later
that night, you and I dance at the Gates
of Heaven and go outside to sit
for a while on the cold marble slab
of a bench to watch Orion rising to follow
the full moon riding high—remind myself
of our luck; loneliness, I think, an unkind
blindness that shutters the eye.