(for Andres and Carmen)

It was some time after midnight and we were gathered in the cold with all the joys
And agonies of being human.
There were rockets bursting beyond the tall screen of trees, in one of which we saw
A large wise owl gazing at us
Humans, drinking champagne, cracking jokes, smoking on white breath, thinking 
All those private and passing 
Thoughts: where we were, where we have come to, what will the days hold, in which
Hidden garden stands the fountain 
Of happiness?  Later a star fell out of the sky. Police were shoveling glass and broken
Bones to the other bank where 
Suffering stands with the long shadows of endless sleep. I woke this morning with a blue 
Good luck charm tied to my wrist, 
And sunlight was lying on the floor, on its back, waiting for me to walk with it, deep into 
These few, don’t know how many, hours allotted to me, singing.