So Many Questions

Well formed are the days

and loose are the tongues that speak

all around me

voices

trying to expel

the fear

I watch traffic

it’s always the same cars that go by

the same people

navigating their minds

trying to find an answer

I can’t explain it

this feeling

of complete aloneness

not when the world is filled

with everything I’ll ever know

I can’t decipher

anything

It just keeps bouncing around in my brain

until

like the moon revealed

from behind a cloud

I stop searching

and everything makes sense

and I have no need to explain anything

At high altitudes

the brain stem can begin to drip

down the spinal cord

I wonder what is rising 

from down below

It’s always something

perfect

and beautiful

Is this a sign

from the heavens

this buried truth?

I sometimes want to dance

but haven’t the space for it

or so it seems

I am constantly waking

from a dream

and the moon

is constantly being revealed to me

from behind a cloud

so full

it seems it will blow to smithereens

and my brain

it feels that way too

a tremble in the Earth

so subtle

it can only be felt 

by that which has its roots deep

I want to feel it

and know it

that the Earth is adjusting itself 

like I am

searching for room

searching for answers

to questions

that can’t be put into words.

The Moon

Hardly had she spoken

When the wind opened the door

And the moon fell down 

Upon the floor

And crawled toward us

Naked and drunk

Complaining of the world, 

And all we could do

Was stare in disbelief

For we had never seen the moon

Crawling naked and drunk before.

 

Racing

We loitered for hours

in a tapestry of fields

Humongous pride

we went alone

there was so much to escape

Namely, the wind

Carrying messages of places unseen

Only by racing ahead

Could we see without hearing

The blur of what we passed

And send a wind behind us

to tell

the tales of who we were

And what we did

The future always meeting us

Like flesh at the point of a blade.

Cold Echoes

Cold

echoes

in the hall

Moon music keeps playing

when night falls

Roses wither and petals fall

God handed her the necklace

that she would use

To adorn herself

when the master called.