Always

The full moon kept me. Up all night. Hostage to the whims. Of sweat and dreams. Horses dove muzzle first into the swimming pool. Splashed dangerously like queer. Bandits stealing loaves of bread for the poor. Saving not-quite-fantasy for a Seattle sunny day. Meaning. The gentlest of rain. Still falling, still. One pillow too firm, the other too. Far away. And so I am stranded somewhere between. But for Rosmarie I garden. The gaps. Trust. Dawn will crack open the dark sky from the dark earth. Jovian red seizes the horizon then. Orange stretches, feathers pink. And always in the east. Always a sun rising.