Nature nurtures

The moon, arms out,

a night sun,

stretching out upon eclipsed sky,

the only pretty thing I've seen

between flashing Erector-set towers

and the billboard advertisements,

coming unstuck from wooden backs,

stuck somewhere in synapses,

weighing my options for me,

subliminally advising,

supersize your burger and fry,

cheap cigarettes are 15 exits ahead,

buying a new economy car

and trying a little church

can save you a lot,

but I dunno,

I've seen tremendous pain this trip,

breath and depth

fizzling out of beautiful people,

holding on too relentlessly to some,

cold bodies and colder minds,

dependent variables in this abstract of life,

just sifting sands in biology's hour glass,

a state of matter

as a matter of fact,

but sometimes to pause is my only option,

a man with no legs,

eating Monday's cabbage on Tuesday,

tells his 50 year old son to drive home safely,

"I love you, my boy," he says

"Come back when you can ."

The moon follows me, tonight,

closely, faithfully,

along this long, long highway,

East 64,

and I remember your soft touch,

the way it will feel when I slip into our bed,

second best thing, new sheets,

cool and comforting,

first best thing, you, my love.

I'll be home soon,

my old friend, the moon,

nestled in the trees,

right outside our bedroom window

sls 4-12-17