Storyteller

Storyteller

        for Paul Auster

It unspools like a river,
like the silver
filaments of the moon's knitting.
At one end you sit,
the storyteller;
at the other I read you as if
your chart will
lead me to the hidden treasure.
In the middle
a group of people mill about,
their hats as colorful
as a cyclopean box of yarn.