Monday January 31
High winds and overnight rain presaged a power
outage this morning. Pam took the moth traps in at 4 a.m.
Two Atlantic
storms rolled in, mainly affecting Scotland and the north. We still
managed to trap two new moths for the year on Saturday night,
A March Moth
and a Chestnut
Moths
Adrift in the liberating, late light
of August, delicate, frivolous,
they make their way to my front porch
and flutter near the glassed-in bulb,
translucent as a thought suddenly
wondered aloud, illumining the air
that's thick with honeysuckle and dusk.
You and I are doing our best
at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear
of what we'd like to say.
You leave, and the night becomes
cluttered with moths, some tattered,
their dumbly curious filaments
startling against my cheek. How quickly,
instinctively, I brush them away.
Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness
like pale reminders of ourselves.
Others seem to want so desperately
to get inside. Months later, I'll find
the woolens, snug in their resting places,
full of missing pieces.
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