Wednesday, August 20, 2025

the moon fell


the moon had no weight

as it fell into the ocean

not  a ripple, no disturbance

to distinguish its intrusion

from its reflection, the water

did not feel it as a burden

took in its impossible enormity

with arms open, a wide shore,

enough joy to accommodate

this and oh so much more


like puppies do


breathe like puppies do
warm and soft, gentle, wet
and free, unhurried, no worry
80% playful, 20% woeful
wanting only to please
carrying that burden continually
balance, a game you learn
with over-sized feet
you breath out, while breathing in
waits its turn