The Universe up Close

Make your way at once
To the glass mountain;
I will meet you there.
The moon and the earth
Perpetually

Shadow each other,
Taking turns catching
And obscuring light.
The light comes from fire.
The fire comes from laws.

God knows why it burns.
Humans love their laws,
Making, breaking them.
What if the cosmos
Is not, at heart, ruled

By any such thing
As rules? Unlawful
Behavior ripples
Up from the dark glass
Of fragile mountain.

Make your way. Meet me
In the lunar dark
Of a red eclipse.
There is so much more
Than lives bargained for.