unlit clouds part asymmetrically, an imperfect curtain drawn;
perhaps the pulley system has failed or is not properly installed
or the fabric of the night may simply have caught and bunched and refuses to cooperate.
her eyes adjusting to
the soft glow of the earth
shuffles, clumsy in the near dark
bumps the door frame on her way
to get a glass of water or
maybe simply shine over
some other city
and ducks again behind the curtain
behind the clouds
without even a courtesy bow.