As Far Away as Love

“Nothing’s as far away as love is,/not even the new stars,/
Though Something is moving them/
We hope in our direction….”—Charles Wright

Sometimes you seem
as far away as lonely Orion,
on a Monday night in October,
dark early, that tang
in the air, leaves blowing
along the sidewalk,
not yet crunching underfoot.
I can look up at the clouds
drifting in your direction
and if you looked
out your window now
you too might see the moon.
But what use the moon?

Gregory Luce