The center

12.11.12

We were alone at the center of the night.
The lake was ice
ten inches thick
and when you put your foot down
to test, it gurgled and moaned.

It was not the kind of alone I was used to,
me in my one body, or the absolute
refuge beyond that,
the way you lay down on the concrete,
cupped your hands around your eyes
and stared up at the one color
there was. 

Try this, you said, it's like you're right there,
and the night widened for miles around us.