Have I ever gazed
a sight like this?
Third (fourth) floor?
Moon shining like a teardrop
ready to fall from above?
It will stay in its place.
All you must do
is spread your wings
and fly up there yourself, darling.
You have nothing to fear.
It is just a New York street,
an Upper Manhattan merengue
playing off in the distance.
What does that sound, taste, scent of doubt
have on this essence of consciousness?
We are here together, on this main stage.
It keeps turning,
we keep turning,
your mind keeps turning
let it be what it is.
Feel it. Nod, let it go.
Patience is hidden in the smile of the moon,
offered by the silence of her sister sun
she remains, shining brighter in the darkness
and not afraid of her beauty, either.
The real miracle
is knowing how to watch the show
and not become it;
the moon does this for us every night
brushes her lips against the sky
I can see it shining–
a smile reflected in the stars.
No, I cannot see them above the diner sign
but I can hear them:
whispers of light
burning through the galaxy
that we do not understand time, just yet.
July 12, 2016