One

Sitting in the dark

on cold brick steps

sitting in the dark

in empty silence

the night breathes

in and out

its trembling breath

Flickering through

the dark green canopy above

is the moon

of the fall

through the leaves

the moon is winking at me

from her empty core of secrets

She is blue white

she is full and hollow

The silence of the night

echos the empty silence

within me

We listen to one another

for whispered awareness

the longing recognition

of sighing persistence

I breathe out

myself into the

moon-cast shadows

In every breath

I pour out countless

molecules of me

Every breath in

is breathing the cosmos into my lungs

and all that exist before it

Every breath in carries the taste of eternity

all that is less than me and more

I am less than dust

awaiting rapturous fulfillment in nothing

into one