ONE SMALL STEP

The moon delights
in its shadow play

wantonly displays herself
now coyly hides

behind the flimsiest of clouds
making light of dark...dark light.

Teases
our senses

acts out
our romantic notions

as if a poet
had hung her there

suspended in time
and thought

created only of words
& our desires

this orb
an actor

in our play
THE ART OF LOVE.

She belongs
in songs

exclusively the month
of June

a banal rhyme.

Here
on our honeymoon

men walk
across her face

bringing her back
to reality

as if she had gone
insane

believing she was
a poet’s plaything.

Blanching now the wood:
“I have also relied on the kindness of poets!”

All her reflected glory
lost

amongst dust and rocks
little steps and giant steps.

Was it just a tale
I heard told

of Persian storytellers
suing NASA

for spoiling how
she should be seen?

Behold!

Bold as a newly minted
wife

I unbind the moon
set her loose

let her run free
again in the wilderness

of
imaginations

free from scientific
discourse

as I dance with
my newly acquired husband.

A mariachi band plays
MOONLIGHT SERENADE

in our chiaroscuro
of love

the moon
smiling down on

our dreams
( our dreams ).