State, Ohio

At last I see the moon

slicing through the trees

wherein fireflies

paint its air spilling
fluorescent gasoline,

beneath the canopy

setting flames

above the dew

of grass
that everlasting
wholly mast just
for me to grasp,

where I sleep

is here in Ohio
wholesome in the heart
for an endless tomorrow,

that west I've sought for
is to be mine at last
steering from the stern
into the unending vast.