The night asked me nervously:
“When did you get here?”
But I ignored the question and turned to the moon.

It said: “Let me be your inspiration.
It said: “I’ll handcuff you to what is lively here.
Ignore the plants. Their hands are burnt inward, stuck
Inviting you over to them. But they have nothing to give you”

Notice the fires under your feet. I’ve seen stars trip and crash
In the dirt. Take of your shoes, their danger is delicious.
Notice the water in the wind. It turns stems into whips and puts knots in your hair.
Notice the blackness I’m standing on. It keeps me from falling and I stop it from killing”

So I did what it said
I noticed it all
I told the night to keep its hands off me
I didn’t want the safety it offered.