moon

where do you come from?

a half slice of orange

about to be dunked

in a chocolate sea
you are always there

moon

behind midnight clouds
I come outside

to listen

to the wind in the trees

but find you instead

moon
& soon forget

the wind

& the hour

as I watch you tipping

45 degrees
before the clouds

spill their ink on you

so you disappear again
I stay a little longer

& watch you born again
you could even be

a full moon!
but no

you’re a slice of orange

dissolving above the horizon
embers glow now

the wind may coax

you back to life
but not my breath

destined for deeper

rhythms

of sleep