Creft of Light
Fallen among heavy wind-blown grasses greening the ridge,
Daylong we lay glistening, hidden in sun, mingling kisses,
And something essential left us, cleft and entered the hill and rested,
To stay forever secret there among the weeds.
All things change. The air goes dead by noon. Discolored sun
Leaches the ridge. Dust in the vale of rocks twists and rises.
Night comes down. A small moon lifts above two cloven figures
Fast in stone, narrowly dividing them by light.