Day-blue deepens 
through ripening shades 
 
of purple, borrowed light sharpens 
as the sky darkens and she traces
 
her arc above the treetops.
Glancing up from the weeds 
 
of the everyday, my breath catches 
at the sight of her. We are face to face
 
in suspended motion, and again 
I’m reminded that all of us 
 
are continually bumping shoulders 
with mystery in this strange world, 
 
these beautiful questions, cosmic hints
(at what?) threaded through the tedium, 
 
the trivial, drawing our eyes 
upward, tugging our hearts 
 
toward something 
just out of reach.