Almost, Almost

Almost the Milky Way
and a flash of Orion,
a sliver of Venus and the horizon;
almost, almost I see,
and I miss you, oh, I miss you,
I miss you I miss you

— and I’m almost a wolf again,
against the ice of moon and sky,
running for the life of the fog
chasing mountains, almost, almost;

and I’m lost in the city sky,
drowned in light-blue washout
of never quite night,
but almost, almost.