From here, sighting between buildings
like an Anasazi between sandstone monoliths
at the Solstice
I see a distant sliver of yellow moon sinking
into the blue-gray Bay.
And at eight and three, the wan sun
reflects into my northern window
from the apartments opposite
a pittance to my sun-starved succulents
craning towards the glass.
But be heartened, north-facing tenants,
after these longest nights,
if only by the reflection