Full Moon Lunacy
I remember the night I worked late
No way home
When I came out of the subway
The snow was piled high and fresh
Inflected by the fullness of the low slung moon
Prayerfully I considered the redoubled whiteness
And wished to prolong the moment of its touching
So I walked, alone and quiet and awed
In the round moon and her gaze upon me
I hardly knew the cold but for the
sharpening of my thought
The clock later showed the passing of two hours
And the car measured five miles
But that was later.
Time and space were suspended with the moon.