The Moon

the moon is following me
a feeling of wistfulness
overwhelm me with ire

I stare without awe
and start throwing rocks at it
striking just the right spot

it flicker once, twice
then falls into the still water
leaving no ripples

there it lays waiting
a flat marble upon the world
it tells me to jump in

I laugh a quiet laugh
I wonder if I should and
what harm would it do?

I smile not knowing why
and run straight towards the water
my feet barely touch ground

my heart racing like mad
near the water, feeling fearless
I jump without rue

into the white moon
sending ripples everywhere
breaking the silent night

I begin to sink
all the way down, into the blue canvas
drifting ever slowly

to the bottomless cold
where it force me to wake up and
open my eyes to see

through the thin layer of
moving water, the moon
now hangs high above

a fractured self
for a moment, all is calm
I swim to the surface

out of the bleak water
I look up at the moon and
wonder what I saw

up there, the moon still waits
for what? I haven't any idea
why does it make me feel so blue?


For One Deep Breath