A full moon in a clear sky, waking me
to a far-away time, a far-away space
existing above or under the familiar –
or interwoven with it: a place
of dust-grey deserts, mountains of eroded rock,
turned by being so far away into
a silver disc
floating there to mock
stories of gods, myths of origin, hell’s penalties
or heaven’s bliss;
saying Look!
Why want anything more marvellous
than what is.
D.A. 17.3.10