At Night

The full moon hangs in a cloudy sky
And jazz pours like thick cream into the night.
Dogs howl a discordant chorus.

I reflect.

A complex lock is of infinitely more interest
To the discerning eye.
And once opened,
In a smooth and slippery turn of the wrist,
Remains complete,
In the hands of its possessor.

- St Cristobal de las Casas, November 2003