Movement Piece No. 8

Recorded August 9
Track: Idiom Wind
Artist: Zammuto

Night Shift

Sometime after midnight,
I spread a comforter in the grass, take a pillow from my bed,
stare at the stars so long they split into reds and blues.

I go back to the couch where we talked.
I stand again at the bed where we cried.

Then the wind blows and the branches dance overhead.

“And now you are here,” they remind me.

I inhale the warm summer night, like a swimmer coming up for air.
The stars come back into focus. A neighbor’s dog barks in the distance.
The blinking lights of a plane fly into and out of view.