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.
