Because it is more silent than you can imagine
and above you the moon is a nickel
glinting from the unseen sun,
surrounded by broken crystals.
With the limbs of the bare trees
web-spread like arteries,
under a sky whose shade
has yet to be named
you will find your mouth agape,
eyes lifted as your knees
sink into the fallow garden,
praying, regardless of belief.
– Rosemary Roston, “Why You Should Go Outside [Tonite]”