The Light Above Cities

Sitting in darkness,
I see how the light of the city 
fills the clouds, rosewater light
poured into the sky
like the single body we are. It is the sum
of a million lives, a man drinking beer
beneath a light bulb, a dancer spinning
in a fluorescent room, a girl reading a book
beneath a lamp.

Yet there are others--astronomers, 
thieves, lovers—​whose work is only done
in darkness. Sometimes 
I don’t want to show these poems
to anyone, sometimes
I want to remain hidden, deep in the coals
with the one who pulls the stars
through a telescope’s glass, the one who listens
for the click of the lock, the one
who kisses softly a woman’s eyes.

                                                          (from Dynamite on a China Plate)