There is no end to the darkness above my face –
the darkness, moonless and without stars.
Below me, a small mound of palest light
fits stark and clean on the root of night.
No movement sensed in the silence,
no other face or hand,
as if a newborn were laid asleep among the dunes,
she awakens wild with cold,
and the mother has turned away for the last time.
FEWalls
A Long Perspective 