Perigee
I have been looking to the East
where they tell you everything
is illusion, nothing lasts.
The night of the strawberry moon,
though I saw it, I was shuttered
in a windowless room.
I saw you standing in a field
with your back to that glowing moon
among grasses, clovers and orchids.
You were looking in my direction,
the gift of love in your eyes.
It felt like you’d been there forever.
How close you have come in your orbit.
I asked myself what had I done
in my life to deserve this.
And though it was my imagining
I knew everything to be just
as it seemed. I had no doubt of it.
And no wish for it to be otherwise –
the moon’s ancient light, your smile,
the grasses brushing our thighs.