Quiet Night Thought

after Li Bo

From the bus I saw they installed a new kind

of full spectrum lamp – white, 

over the pavement at the Common –the Green;

but, on the upper deck, tired 

and partly disconnected, I 

mistook the lamp-dissolved ground

all for snow, and for the remembered

frequency of another Common–

that was years ago, my boots slipping

on ice between the mounds.

I lift my eyes

and try to reconnect

the electric reflections all around the upper deck–

our night time ship enclosed.

Back down on the common, I see my mistake

made over, line by brain,

to where we live now.