Joy-Riding Over an Eclipse

for Hannah


And now we are
Over an eclipse!

In the rhombus
Of moonlight,
In the insistence

Of the sun,
We are not tricked
Into seeing

Our complacency.
You will walk
Through the shadows

Of vowels.
You will step
Into the shoes

Of the dead
For awhile.
Your little house

Of a sleeping
Faerie garden
Will open into

Words, and you
Will stretch
Forth your hand

To take some
Of them with you
While you leave

The rest behind,
Like an old theater
That plays your

Favorite movie,
Which snaps like
A newsreel

And tangles into piles
You pick up
And carry with

You, straight into
The harvest moon
On the horizon
Of your sleep.