Moon Pond

This sky, a moon pond.

Nothing there to anchor on

 

except gravity. We

sail around each other…

 

The sea, full of entropy,

is drowning its cargo

 

in deep whorls

of uncertainty and fear.

 

How did this happen

again

 

that people

toss in nightmare

 

hulls on a freedom

ride to somewhere

 

else?

Gliding moon

 

silent lily of night

light the clouds

 

of the fleeing

and still the seas

 

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