Out there the dark,
in here the light
of my trusty desk lamp,
the kind architects used to use
when sitting at tilted boards
wrestling right angles
from thin air
with their bare hands.

Someday, I’ll be brave.
Ditch this modern life,
step out into the pitch black
and take the only road:
the one that leads
to the moon-white creek
and then, in a straight line,
to forever.