Silver Fish on the Ceiling

At midnight Moon leaned close Whisper my name Followed Voice Blue door Middle of my wall Other side Stars From trees Like fruit Rivers Upward Sky Silver fish Slowly Between planets Old man Beneath Glass tree Been there Many times Before Every time Returned Forgot Tiny golden key Pointed Staircase Into clouds Looked down Key Feather Laughed Old man Gone Suddenly Bedroom Again Morning Sunlight Window Ordinary Until Single silver fish Swimming Across The ceiling