Carmen Nocturnum IX

As I sit here writing tonight at my desk, I am on the river and see myself in the flow of things . . . the sounds of water, bird and wind are my voice, and all my senses are alive , the stars look ing through my eyes . . . I breathe the night . . . Orion, Aldebaran, and Procyon crown my head . . . and there you are, musa, luna puella, your body curving and folding in the current, laughing and calling me to dive with you beneath the waves and lose myself, these words nothing but the falling rain.