Do Not

Do not complicate this thing
which is the moon
slowly wheeling shadows through the night,
as if someone with a wheelbarrow passed
so slowly it took many hours,
our sleeping bodies
somehow sensing the changes
of light in the room,
each standing object a moon-dial,
because that’s what bodies do,
listen to danger and shadows
all day and then all night
the turning about us
makes us turn
on people and things
until we are moonlight
in a thought that faces
the orb’s almost face
with something almost
home but not really.