(San Pablo Bay from train)
Last train inland drew
Us late from the shore.
We could stay, do more
Or wait until dawn ahead
Of summer heat, move on.
Yet, we delayed all day
Leaving, found other things
To do --my love of
Moonlit evenings is
Part of loving you.
Out our west window
One plum and another
One appears -- in
An astragal of spheres
Arranged a good deal
Like planets under
Sun --to reel and
Dance around a line.
I must conclude cosmos,
Chance and plum trees
Turn on a common
Axis, and share design.
An electric path--
To be what one was
At trailhead in
Night-sea crossing--
Under the moon
Between black crashes,
Incandescent corridor
Of not-to-be and west
Away from memory.
Something takes flight,
Swift, silver.
Rest of me turns east
And out of night.
