Moon in Telescope
Once I was beset by anxiety but I pushed the fear away by studying the sky, determining when the moon would come out and where the sun would appear in the morning.

—Louise Bourgeois

Scarred white,
a froth of clotted cream,
a concertina in lines and rings,
what do they mean?

We clamber each bump
as if brailled,
read this remote rock
as our own ridges and gutters,
palmists kissing our own
skittery silver evanescence.

-Accidents of Light, © 2011. All rights reserved
Photograph: Gábor Kerekes, Eye Lens