Moon Wheels
The sky is clear and dark, the moon’s disk
far-away and small and silver-bright.
Its cold beam probes through my window:
the torch of a seeker, invisible
behind a cone of wavering light.
Too much on my mind to let me sleep.
A disk of rubbish, half-submerged
in foamy surf, swirls through pier-struts.
Then I remember: full moon tonight.
I cannot hide from this disturbing muse.
We lurch together, drunken lovers:
two sides of a coin which can never
see each other – sky-disk, world-rubbish –
one sharply incised as if new-minted,
the opposite worn smooth, illegible,
or two wheels which cannot stop grinding
between them the coarse stuff
of existence, images and words,
into a substance called poetry. The process
is indescribable. And its purpose.
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