nightswimming
nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
the photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
turned around s d r a w k c a b so the windshield shows.
every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
still, it's so much clearer
i forgot my shirt at the water’s edge.
the moon is low tonight.
nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
(i'm not sure all these people understand)
it’s not like years ago,
the fear of getting caught,
of r e c k l e s s n e s s and water.
they cannot see me naked.
these things, they go away,
replaced by e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y
nightswimming, remembering that night.
september’s coming soon
i’m pining for the moon.
and what if there were two
side-by-side in orbit
around the fairest sun?
that bright, tight, forever drum
could not describe nightswimming.
you, i thought i knew you.
you i cannot judge.
you, i thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
nightswimming.
the photograph reflects,
every streetlight a reminder.
nightswimming deserves a quiet night,
deserves a quiet night.
9/26/04