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?
