Running After Moon Beams

RUNNING AFTER MOON BEAMS

I went running after moon beams

in the middle of the day, not realizing

night had passed.

What jewels stream in the search for the beloved

as it rips us from our seats at the world’s table.

Stream turned river, where my toes become the seas

of all time.

Endless waves of ecstasy forming the belly moon of my beginings

and I am gone.

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