Last night the moon rose in the east.
This morning the sun rose in the east.
Full, round, orange.
Last night I lay down to sleep.
This morning I woke up from sleep.
Wishing to be far away

From things that have to be done and
Said, and moved and held still.

The moon, the sun rose clear
Of brackets.
I straddle mine
Rocking rocking
Neither moving nor at rest.