I squinted my eyes. The luminescent gods

I squinted my eyes. The luminescent gods
moved at an imagined depth, the maroon gown
of dusk fell on the canal. When the Sun
is gone the birds and trees whisper the odd

secrets of night, the curvature of a good
universe. From higher ground the water runs
down through this delta, above the funny
cows are cloudy words. I wander the wood

without a map, we're singing without thought
illumined by the Moon. The stars that wait
to show themselves selectively, the weight

of her warm body swallowing me. I'm with
the birds in the broad sky, I'm with the light
that gives the misty pasture its sure faith.