3/29/10 by “Moi”

I am disconsolate night

sad and sorry, slumbering

blind until that ray of light I so desire

hits me at the horizon line of morning,

splits me in two, between dark and dawn

opens me, illumines me with day

spinning

waiting

in this cold beyond imagining space I hover,

a dark fragment steeped in dark matter

wondering when it is that your faintest touch

will to a longed-for, long-curved orbit

send me

send me along the unmistakeable, unswerving line that starts

so deep within me