To Aim

by Myronn Hardy

What had to shatter?   What had
to be hacked away for us to walk

on these stones    meet on these
stones in winter?

In the movie theater    I brush
popcorn from your sweater.

You see an ocean in a desert    fish
bluer than sky.  I hate

the distance we’re making.
All that made us near    wasting.

See the moon    my hand against
my chest as if vowing devotion.

I want to be devoted to that which
is devoted to me.  An inaudible

understanding that radiates.
In my mind    we’re satellites

of each other.
The world aims its guns at us.

Shoots at us to end illumination.
What is this nation?

Its project to destroy when we’re
destroying each other.