keyhole

rained earlier but it’s still thick
purple and hazy tonight
the moon was gauzy orange
striped across with soft cloud ribs
a spectral torso through the keyhole
i wish would hear me in the hall

i’ve been blessed before 
to join them in there
invited, pulled up and stretched thin
made permeable, made gaseous 
sucked swirling through the pinpoint

but tonight i’m just sticky
among cackles and guffaws
of those i wall off 
and in bitterness
feign to stand above

at our best we’re in both places
the bone-lean heavenly bodies
laughing their backwards spells into us 
through each other seamlessly
we understand and smile
because there’s no other place 
and nothing must be done

the moon though 
before i even thought these things 
became a crisp grey sphere
wholly still and silent
telling me to quit trying