Now that I sleep across the yard
no longer waiting for you to switch
off the light
I light a candle
to see where I’m going
prop open the skylight with a pole
All the olive blossoms piled on the glass
float into the room
and before I can bend to sweep
them away
I float up
like a second moon
watching the candle and
its reflection sway in all directions
two trikes on the gravel
tilting nowhere
sprinklers turning on
the whole yard
overflowing
