I saw a pile of sand pouring onto the pavement
It looked like a lion, lounging
I drove through the night watching a triangle of stars
And thought it was an alien craft
I saw the crescent moon, luminous, ethereal
Like a slice of hope, mother of pearl, a beacon
In the midnight sky
I stare at hedges and I’m somewhere else
Faces of creatures and people live there
What do they see when they look at me?
And where do they go at night?
While I am sleeping
Do they come alive?
Or walk like the trees in the forest
The sun dances in a pool of light
I life my eyes and squint
Sprites fly in the sky
It’s the stuff we’re made of
Those silvery worms of life
Dancing together but never colliding
I thought I saw that lion move
And come to life
Imagine if it did?