Say the moon flowed to left. Or to the right. But does it really matter? Only depending on your line of sight. Say it flew backward, say it’s like time. What would happen? Would the planet unline? Would things start to slow, a brain on dark wine? Or would it be just the same, the other way on a line? Who knows? Do you? Do I? Should we stay in the dark? Or should we go to the light? Why is there movement? And is the answer right?

Some times I unwind,
unline the lines
unrhyme the rhymes
and sometimes
I see who I am.

It was late on the coast road
but the cliffs were excited
I'd been invited to the
last show on Earth.

Many before me and more than
behind me
and later I found me
sometime out at sea.

The lady that named me ashamed then to
find me
put rhythm to the rhymes when I could not believe
and the sea separated like some biblical story
as I walked up the coast road
going home for my tea.