In infancy we saw a blaze of light
In the dark, not knowing it was the moon 
But now, now in the autumn of our life, 
This moon is a door opening onto 
Mysteries that encompass the little 
We know of what is inexpressible.
  
Just as they came from nowhere in the night, 
They were teenagers and they swarmed beneath
The hunter moon pursuing cloud-shadows 
Over the stubble of bare, thirsty hills 
And wild turkeys strutted suburban streets 
Or winged up into trees shedding their leaves.
 
They converged, they knew they had to be there, 
On this particular mid-week school night 
And on this particular sleepy street, 
Nobody really knew why, but the moon’s 
Autumn chill was ready to greet them for 
The moon always brings the young together.