MOON

Before you loved me

I was like

A fisherman

Cursed to

Float adrift.

Together,

I possess the happiness

Of an angel

Cleaving to God,

And how I wish

That I knew you

When young

But clocks

Are precarious

Windows

They mark

Where I’ve been

And frighteningly

Where we’re headed –

Towards dust

Though I believe

We are not body

And will, one day,

Return to God

But as the years

Fall like

Quivering leaves

Let my soul

Be your last meal –

But, until then,

You are

My comfort

Like a favorite

Pair of socks

Easy to take

For granted

But needed to walk

On icy life.

I was once

An infinite mix

Of blues,

And grateful

That you are here,

The moon

Is my library.