The Cool Thin Edge of the Infinite

The violence between us was
Too much, so I
Left and drove out
Beyond the last houses.
The moon was sitting in the branches
Of an elm. The rest of the sky was
Full of faces. There is no perfect way
To describe an evening.
Ignorant in now, I
Touch words.
But none of this.
The world has settled down for
Sleep. I would like
To join it.