Paean

Sometimes it is a single hair
I don't know what it is
Sometimes it is a simple dwelling
A bit of forest beset in an urban area
The shape that mathematics takes
A hill of numbers
Or an uphill climb like a forgiveness

I know certainly it is a foreignness
It's the place where the lava grips the rock
It is like a hand closing over another hand
It is the robbing at dawn
The trees won't kowtow for it in the night
They have their ancient dignity

As you have yours lurking the streetlights just as they go out

Before or after the stars