This night air
Has a breaking light
Through the clouds
Purple like in comic books
Across the light blue sky
Starless from the city
But lit up just the same
By a full
Yellow moon
This warm night air
Has a firework
In a suburb
On a summer’s night
No where near the 4th of July
Just one
Just one little defiance, no biggy
But accidentally perfect in its straight shot
Straight up
And perfectly round
Like a disco ball
In a gay club
Somewhere else
On this warm night
I spoke to her about the things we’ve missed
Since she moved to Arizona
I cut my hand in Turks & Cacos
I went into the water anyway with a plastic glove and some band aids
I should’ve gotten stitches
But I’m an addict
To the water
I spoke to her and remembered what I told myself I’d do when I first met her
I would be on her level
I would make the changes
I would come back from countries
Like the Congo
Or Laos
Or other places Missouri people never speak of
And have stories like this
Of bravery
And life
My friends are moving out of the country
So thats why I spent this weekend with them
Her friends are from everywhere
And because she is here
I am everywhere
But I’d better get started being there on my own
I know
Because this one flies on the breeze
And chases the moon
Around the sky
And where will it be that you go
This next time you leave my side in our bed
Called to your work in the countries I cannot fathom going to
Where will it take you
How long will you be gone
When will you leave
What kind of day will it be
It hurts only all the more because you’ve got no choice
And what you do helps the world
And you will miss me I know
It only hurts more that you will also count days
In the back of my mind it lives
This looming cloud in time
Working its way towards me
As I listen to stories from friends
Of trips around the world
And I smile
It is there in the pit of my stomach
This knowing I will soon long for you
But I feel the breezes
Alive on the night
While I whisper reassurances
I feel your touch in the night
But I watch her smile while she’s laughing
And I think that she is a lot like me, too
I notice her forgetful moments
As she tells me a story
Within a story
With such enthusiam
That I share
And I know that my path hasn’t strayed
Ever
So far that I cannot get back to what it is
That isn’t yet
But still very much is an is
In the boggy humidity of the night
There is a certain sense of water
Like being under the ocean
Suspended half way down
Watching jellyfish light up
In a chorus all around you
But the jellyfish are lightning bugs
And the ocean is inside you
And while you may feel heavy
The water starts to slosh
And you just ride the waves.
