Phenomenology

No animal of the night
ever shone so brightly
in the wooded dark, 
commensurate companion
to the city of stars above,
the glittering waves below.

Perhaps you don’t belong here.
Perhaps, neither do I, but

we are all pieces
of the same collage, and

you cannot hide 
from the photographer’s eye.
Stare me down through 
the camera lens, if you dare—

I’m not afraid
to lasso the moon.