Our eyes met
never mind the fact that the moon have no eyes,
so to speak
Yet I know we were staring into each other
and at least I was lost in its eyes, wide eyed
tracing the depths of its sorrow and beauty,
and all the unspeakable pasts endured thus far
I stood there frozen, amongst the others at
this intersection, the traffic busy and the people anxious
for the green, seemingly unaware of the blossoming
moon looming above us
Perhaps it was tracing my life’s story as well,
as memories drifted from the horizons to the mind’s shore
this stretched moment was abruptly interrupted by the
little green man and its agreeable folks rushing to meet each other
And I too, joined the others