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