poetry: clear vision consumed by day

Clear Vision Consumed by Day

The ducks were silent now, but the rushes rushed when it breezed,
And I saw the moon in perfect 3D.

She was round and her helmet face turned back and forth slowly, looking for something.
I saw exactly her motion as she pulled the sky across.
Just then, a hawk circled her perfectly, trying to capture her in his wings.

Outside, the stars hypnotized me all night.
I was reclining upon a rock down which time slides past, invisible and unknown.

Morning climbed over the horizon.
Stars, soaked in twilight, became heavy and sank into the disappearing night.

—X. Jefferson Scott, 10 January 1998