there wasnt any moon i could make out , but with my hands down in my pockets i craned my head around , searching the same spots of sky for it again and again , thinking stupid things , thoughtless poetics , how it was so weird that looking at the sky was seeing an area so vast it should stagger the imagination , but that the mind reduced that space to a single object , the sky , the space between that spot of trees in the distance and that , the distance between facing this way and seeing some wall and turning around and seeing a house vaguely off in the dark .