There's the tent I stepped into to find
my ten-year-old brother dancing naked
with his ten-year-old friend,
the tent in the backyard,
the one in which my young fiancée and I
once spent several summer nights,
overflowing guests in a tiny home,
the several and assorted
tents I've worked in...
I'll take instead the tented sky,
blue auroral fingers a cathedral arch
above our awestruck eyes. We said
our breathless eucharistos
while we clutched one another and clutched
the Earth to keep ourselves
from falling up into the night.