Low-Flying Bats in Windy Moonlight

While a person is as much
Content as context, a message
May be much more context
Than anything packed into it.

So much goes into the world,
In so many directions at once,
Alignments are exceptions,
As the hand brushes by accident

The spiky plant, the joints creak
The outer corner of the house,
The personality contends
With the wind, and a bat

Spins up from nearly touching
The grass to nearly touching
Your face, and you’re delighted
But feel an autonomic shiver.