full moon rush

it is a startling dash
into the night
and into the light and quizzical
lapse of bliss,
into qui-sah-nah-noh,
where blurred and righteous chances
of violet, blue, and ultramarine
come shining through like
a turned-on rhapsody
in a warm and wonderful
place beyond here,
but not away from
this place of farout findings
and of unlost peace and quiet
from a mystic sound
of cobalt thunder
shot from the midnight cannon
in the clouds,
by a djinn from a flying cloud of dusty sand.

1977