Moon Mapping, 1.25am

Moon Mapping, 1.25am

Standing on the roof before bed I followed the line of the river
in the dark and looked across at the soft constellation, shuffled
the streets, guessing where you lay - long asleep - in your dim
bedroom, the sodium light on your face, the silver on mine, and

having stuck my pin in the map I glanced up and saw the moon
directly above you, the moon was hanging over your house like
a coconut above a bird table, like a wedding ring over a swollen
stomach, a lamp at a desk, a face above a cot, a star above a
stable.