I followed you home every Friday night
Or did you follow me?
All the way home from Granny’s
With my brother and sister asleep next to me
and almost next to me -
my parents darkly in the front seats
I would watch you as you swifted your way
behind buildings
behind trees
sometimes partially behind a plane
and, most glorious of all, behind clouds
and always my mind knew when you would pop out
and my eye knew too

we never missed a beat

all the way home
with the radio in the background
Billy Joel
Just the Way You Are

Don't go changing, to try and please me

secretly I sense my mother watching me
mystified by my mystification by the moon