At Chrysaliniotissa

At Chrysaliniotissa
I stopped a while
in the quiet moonlight
that lit the yard.
Cars in the distance
rumble and die.
A night owl calls
on our side or theirs,
I cannot tell.
Above me
the stars, the moon,
Jasmine and mint in the air.
The blue-white flag
snapping
alive in the night,
her steel halyard
clank-clank-clanking
in the wind.
I look to my shadow –
my shadow looks to me.
Together, we rise
and leave for home.

(c) Philip Ammerman, 2006