Now that the sun has set and the rain has abated, And every porch light

          in the neighborhood is lit, Maybe we can invent something; I'd like a new

Way of experiencing the world, a way of taking Into myself the single light shining at the center

Of all things without losing the dense, eccentric Planets orbiting around it.

          What you'd like is a more Attentive lover, I suppose—· Too bad that slow,

Wet scorch of orange blossoms floating towards The storm drain is not a vein of stars . . . we could

Make a wish on one of them; not that we would Wish for anything but the impossible

Jay Hopler, "Out of These Wounds, the Moon Will Rise" from Green Squall