Moon at Half Past Noon

In imperfect circles we walk

With flailing arms as we spiral out and away

The one in the centre pulls us back

Smiling, with half open eyes

We spiral in and out

In joy and despair

Until two of us meet

Instead of colliding, we dance

Two specks in a cosmic tango

Find a new center

Like Pluto and his sister

We stare at each other

Like perfect retards

Minds frozen in ecstacy

And eyes looking into

The abyss and the zenith

Silenced in truth

Beguiled by impermanence

We revolve around each other

Under Buddha’s all encompassing gaze

Let’s have one another

At an arms length

Until we find him again