Fifteen pieces, five collections

A garden that only opens after the sun has gone.

A planet, a departing ship, and a lot of empty space.

A wave and a whale, sharing the same current.

One black cat, entirely unbothered.

Five moons on a level line, the way a chart would show them.

Four things you should not eat in one sitting.

The last forty minutes of usable light.

High summer, compressed into a single square.

Four leaves, arranged the way a botanist would.

A neat grid of everything currently in the sky.

A reef, busy in the way reefs actually are.

Everything tied up for the night.

The eleven o clock ritual, in four glyphs.

The ten minutes before it actually starts.

The morning everything went quiet.