"Some Nights."
Before we fall asleep,
He asks me to recite Prospero's our revels now are ended speech,
For I am his designated Shakespeare consultant.
Other nights, he reads Dickens to me,
Or Isaac Bashevis Singer, or David Hume or Lao Tzu,
While the light,
The light of one billion high redshift galaxies
Drives past our verdant planet,
And our creamy white bedroom walls curving and curving.