2 Poems

Are We There Yet?

Why can’t we explain why looking at something makes us cry? Just by looking at it. As if everything about it would never be touched again, only seen. L(OO)K.  The sea is calm and my heart has had another hard day. In Jail with the Moon Why was the moon jailed? And why am I in jail for asking why? In a cell with the moon I sit. The moon paces. It orbits nothing. I ask the moon questions and listen for answers. From the moon comes the sound of listening. From the sound of listening comes the moon. I see the moon escape but hear its capture. Moonlessness returns to my cell. Cobwebs ring in moonspun night.