Night Build

Night Build

Not all that enlightening,

the double-A beam of dim head-

lamp. The motion sensor on the shed

flicks on and off, wind the likely culprit

or what snuffles along the wood-line,

both equally unseen. In the yard 

the dog reclines and snaps at a moth,

click of canine his only tell.

Turned upwards, even the stars are prone

to mute themselves. All that’s on offer

is enough to see the pencil mark 

for the next cut, and in the choke of dust 

shot from the shoot of the miter saw

sudden immersion in a cosmos 

where swirl and vortex laugh

at all attempts to make it square, 

 

a way of being we could never build 

but if we loosen the screws a bit

might yet could make a living there.