The Moonlight Guided Him
The moonlight came down the basement stairs,
Across the floor to the rocking chair.
A man stood up, white in the darkness.
A dresser, pushed against a side wall,
Its top drawer half open, showered articles
Of clothing to the floor. Bookcases lined
The back wall, with rows of unread Reader’s
Digests. The room was full of ticking, like
Crickets in July grass. As a snake sheds
Its skin as it continues to grow, and also
As a way to rid itself of parasites, he shed
His clothes, and found a material more
To his liking. For years he had been
Content to keep his little secret for
Himself, but one night, with a drink
In hand, he fell up the stairs,
And didn’t care what anyone might think.
The moonlight guided him, gently.