Morning folded the moon
three ways, tossing soft
light over the shoulder
of daybreak’s trauma.  

Noon set the clouds
on shuffle, wind carving
free-form Rorschach exams
for errant watchers.  

Sunset betrayed
us all, dripping layers
of night on the airscape
to cover disruption.  

This palette of sleeplessness,
this choking mantle,
this void in me.