It’s just about a full moon tonight

And there are the most incredible white clouds, eyes

Looking at me

At the big dipper dripping white honey into a little dipper

And I smile thinking what a dip I am

I tell you I’m separate

Separating

From what?

Your eyes that don’t see me?

But want to?

Do they?

Do I see you?

Tonight I see clouds

Le Nebbia

The fog

Horn cries

I hear the calling of me

If I were that fisherman

I would be rising now

From a warm bed

Wondering why?

Or maybe not, knowing

That going to sea

Is just what I do

How I leave you

Every day of our lives

But I am not the one

Risking my life on the angry waves

I’m just leaving

And I don’t know where or why

Only that

It’s almost a full moon tonight

And I hope I find

something

To bring home

When there is none,

but the white clouds are so incredible tonight.

Poised as they are between the moon and the stars

Needing nothing but the air they float in.

Why do we not get angry

With flowers when they

Drop their soft petals and

Die in winter?

Why do we linger in

The memory of the cold

Dark, alone

In our pleasureless rooms and

Those long endless nights?

Why can’t you come out

To play today on

The very first day of

Spring and the forsythia

In your yard just

Bloomed so happy yellow?

And that scent…..

I could just fall in the tall grass and

dream all spring and

All summer, fall

Come with me till winter?

Oh to be a gopher

And hide in your hole

All day

And sneak out

A head popping out

Of a dark hole

In the moonless night

To steal a mouth

Of sweet grass

Before feathers

Swoop down from the sky,

To take you now.

And I am a horse

That grazes freely

All day long.

And I love the mornings.

That very first flower.

And I am complete

Fallen into balance

With the universe

Strung between

My desire and

I think we can find the resonance between us

I am gone

Slided on the far side

Of the Earth

It was nice to reflect on you

The solar scent on your moon

Whirling

It is dark