ISOLATION
Under the winking sky
the wide eyes of the star
peer down, you’re not alone
myriad followers above
shine their gleam on your
red cheeks, the day’s short
sunlight shallow pond
into where you dip your feet
submerge with lichen
stars suggest: let the night
as it were and tomorrow
as it may be when you’ll
compose another song, new
tune to add to that of
caribou antlers rubbing
Libros Libertad 