A LOWERCASE YOU

On a clear night at the summit of a slight hill
like a lump of green butter slouching in the moonlight
like a sexy mole on a superstar
you lay beneath the velvet sky, 
teeming with little dots-
that have no idea where you are
only many dots; not staring at you
merely glorious at you…
 
as you ponder-
the up-above with tranquil candor
and a wistful existential
tang

drumming
your gong on a hillside-
on a blanket

at night.