Standing at the East End of a Patio Seeing a Mountain and a Moon – (Listen)

I have no ears for moons
nor eyes for the snapping of limbs
against each other in the wind,

these come to me piecemeal by different senses
to be assembled in a dark place in a dream
where all upsides are glazed in silver
while underneath are shadows;
and shadows, forever, have no eyes
nor ears nor tongues

by Jim Culleny