night wish, granted

here at last,
the horsehead nebula
nods its ever-stretching redshift
in my direction.

I don’t know why you waited so long,
night,
to rescue me from the harsh
light of

Sol,
himself
someone else’s
merciful cool.

It doesn’t matter.
Let your airless wind
bust the hot tears from my face,
wisp me into that thin stream of

molecular dust
between your bodies
that human fingertips name
nothing.