– For National Moth Week, 2021
Awake! the glabrous moon has stretched her shift
and now, my dearest dark, we come to light:
To shed the glistening weight of summer’s night
and slide into a lighter world adrift.
May scales that hindered eyes become our shrift
and noiseless, whispered prayers, with wind’s requite,
might wing our dreamtime vigil, steadfast flight
into the secret susurrus that lifts.
With every oscillation, fan to flames
th’arete within your folds and nectared veins—
for miles we have to travel in these names
and dreamer’s sleep to sprinkle with these grains
that, where the new may rise from former frames,
the morning sun might shine on what remains.