all day I’ve watched two white moths
trail and braid each other in flight
over the pond and grassy run-up 
to the tree line bright white
against the green-leaved paper birches and beeches
then vanish within a cumulus 
waiting to appear again against the unyielding blue 
that is blue only at this great distance
but a clear invisible just before us
as the two white moths tangle
in this invisible