The sun has disappeared,

Swallowed by the mountains’

Shadow blue,

Clouds backlit,

Suspended in pale orange.

The car hums behind constant noise,

Road tunes blaring,

Singing in the front seat.

Next to me

She folds onto a pillow

And leans into him.

His arm rests on her back

His fingers running down her arm,

Caressing, whispering over her hair.

She naps, giggles spent,

And all his attention is on

Her motionlessness.

The moon shines bright

In a deep sky.

The soft armful of glassy-eyed gorilla

Doesn’t fill the ache

In my center.

Everything inside

Is like a sea

Of wet

And broken

Glass.