Trying To Sleep

For a lake feel 
to find the four-leaf clover 
grazing your absence. 

But the road does not run. 
And I cannot reach 
the wicked rapture. 

Where the gray sky 
meets the water's shadow 
every wave weeps for the moon. 

Like a dragonfly skimming 
the import, floats on the 
dampened page of life. 

You will not be able to sleep 
in this full moon. 
The pilgrim hawk was flying 
very low.