1:45 under a darkened sky, and I am not in
my bed. instead I sit in the passenger seat
of my father's truck as we just drive on the highway,
him and I, and a moon so high, I could barely make out the man with a face in the rock, smiling or frowning or singing along to the radio about Girls, Girls, Girls. hand out the open window, feeling the wind kiss the skin on my open palm and outspread fingers, i decided to look up.
it has been too long since i thought to look
for anything in the clouds, but a pitch black
night and my father behind the wheel
headed to no where, i peered up and found
a kaleidoscope of wildthings living in the dreams of stardust kids.