Illumining

I watch bugs and moths
batter around above the lot
beneath the light illumining the lot
and think of earlier, feeling alone
enough not to go out on the balcony
but still going out onto the balcony,
and come inside, still thinking,
now of 115-year-old poems
and how emotions are not unique
to any of us, and I drink from
a glass of tap water that is
purified water from a lake.

written summer 2014