i sat in peace, calm and still
while whirling around me
excited and thrilled

the people stirred, woke up
and looked outside at the moon
hanging serene in the sky and unchanged

pictures were snapped, clickity clak
and they all just reduced the moon
to a small dime, or a teardrop of light

and the darkness moved over
(it always does that, it’s not new)
and the moon simply gave way

and yielded itself, and swam down beneath
and just held its moon-breath
and just pretended death

until everything got bored and
swirled on away and the people
saw other squirrels to spend time on

…

well, i just sat where i was
with the moon in my heart
and her light in my soul

and she is always full
and her wine always mine
never eclipsed by anything

in between her
and where I stand here
inside of her heart