The Glass Harmonica

"Excuse me: do you have Coca-cola in a glass harmonica? Do you have individually wrapped cashews?"—Mitch Hedberg

the moon hanging close and distant
in one singular inimitable trance
of joining and being held back

the scent of deep mountain winter
wafting free and untiring over
the waves and the unbecoming of july

a blue heron standing undiminished
on a lone outcropping of green jade
in the milky metal of a midnight sun

the wedding of doubt and urgency
to the very solution to the vast
unconquerable expanse of the feeling thought

a sculpture of new forms
gravity bent to the demands
of a moment of love across oceans...