The Moon had had Enough

la poema de la luna

The Moon had had Enough

the wind sniveled in breezes thru the palms

like fingernails across the early morning soundscapes

as the moon danced drunkenly downward, bobbling

on the lost horizon of smoke from burnt out dreams

that may never return but they will always be the throat

that chokes out the final warning before all is lost

for good,

                 ‘fire!’

but no one runs for the exits, they just shoot annoyed

glances, like ‘who didn’t know that?’

& the pace of the moon is maddening on its fullest

night ever

                  it takes time, as she has a cigarette when you’re not looking, pauses to see if you noticed

there is a mutual cough shared by all between a

hopeful distance

that has seen more tears trickle into the storm drains lately

than raindrops have fallen in several years

but, we tell ourselves hastily, there is light

from this moon

so bright

at least

there

is

light

only it

is not at

the end of

any tunnel that

we have been trapped inside of

worshipping its darkness with our feelings

as we search for one another, checking in

with all the ghosts that seem to laugh

at all of this in a way that says,

‘I told you so’

& we shake our fists & wave our arms

at the fickle planets that keep a more

social distance

for all the unseen gravity they have brought to bare

& we hold onto our last truth

like a worn out life preserver

the moon will finally exit

the sun will return

& if we look upon it

all thru the day

the way we looked

upon the moon

all thru the night

more of us will

burn than we can

ever hope to salvage

from all this fire in our hearts