the knowing

the moon a face outside this window 

almost fluorescent, hovering outside 

of the day

I find I am alone in this encounter

though voices may bloom through

an open door 

they knew me before I had a history

or even a story... even when I stayed

just the same 

the moon, the day, the door... waiting

for me, uncut by memory, they know

that I'll show

Pic: Lafayette street art pic from EM.