Instead of roaring and rolling around
Going on about the world I knew
In Which the Universe tears holes into our lives
And the far moon and the dark night
Are the distances shown huge and cold
Wild, harsh; terrified
Now where I live the black night is built up
In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow
And I say "Hello Moon out the window
You are nothing to me now but some blue on the floor of the kitchen."

"Hello, little man in the house
Glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your roof
This is the space above your head
I know you're comfortable in there, being content with what you have
Saying 'no more hunting, this is it'
And sitting still for good
But you must come reconcile with me
This is the space above your head
I am the dark unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see what you don't know"