Imagine Feeling the Curve of the Moon

Imagine feeling the curve of the moon
with one hand

losing the shape of it
as the cloud moves across

loosing your fingers
to silver-cold dissolution

searching for words for something
that has nothing to do with words.

And as the moon, thoughtless,
takes on its form again

you are cascading away from its shining,
where it’s pinned to the sky

and letting yourself
ask for nothing

not even light, or shape,
distance, or epiphany.