Explication of Text
I heard you texted
John about the moon
last night. He gloated
when he told me.
I told him, no,
you didn’t text me.
Why text the one
you’re standing next to,
beneath that lucid moon?
Of course, there was
no moon last night,
none that could be seen.
It was like the way
you stood by me,
beyond what the naked
eye can glean. I read
between the lines,
between the clouds,
that’s how, despite
facts to the contrary,
I found you,
breathless, there.