Last Moon Over Granada

(from the moon series)

doesn’t want to set, pleads
with time, asks the impossible,
knows it’s impossible, still wants
a freeze on movement and sinks

a little in disappointment. Fills
with hope and fear, tears up
and tears down all the pictures
on the wall, the Indian feathers

and lists of things to do, the books
and the towels hung from pegs,
the clothes in the closet, the settled
feeling only constructed after months,

the Spanish album covers and La Sierra
Nevada. It’s too late, is it too late?
It’s not too late. In these last clutch moments,
wild assumptions, spontaneous urges

to revolt, replant, redirect the concrete
and burn the house to the foundation.
But alas, the moon knows under it all
there is hope, there is time and loose ends

tie in the end.