I will do my best not to bring the sun and moon
into this again.
It’s just that when you all live
in the same house
things get cozy.
They’re always just there—
when you open your eyes with the jay
and close your eyes with owl.
Every conversation is about the cosmos
whether or not there is any weather.
I invite my friends over for lunch
a jam session
a glass of river
but it’s too hot to eat
and they get a glimpse
of the way turkey feathers gleam
in the valley sun
and the bathroom habits of great blue herons
become all too familiar.
We all begin speaking not unlike ducks do
and now even jackrabbits lounge around
in the living room heat.
So we wait until night
when we can shake off our lethargy
and play at something
and every moon is a meal.