a silver ray of sweetmoonstar
of feeling you-where-you-are
finds me through the dark;
in walls behind my eyes
mortar evaporates
and hazy sheets of light
shine through the gaps.
slowly, I
climb between them
the sun is rising red-
-in-blue shining
lavender light to soften
other huts
of their own walls
and weather: I catch suddenly
a laugh, wave greetings
at our hermit shells
and sing thanks to the sun