there’s one sure fire way to get to the moon
she said to me
the invisible ladder
trail of blinking lights
go on
to a syncopated beat
that only a few can feel
those beats are dirty!
is what they say to me
only the voices in my head call me crazy though
pure spirit
pure fire
put into words
breathed over the air
traveling backwards
stumbling
and into clay shaped and smoothed by water
ladder to the moon isn’t the only invisible way
star children grownup and forming a dance troupe
with me
we drift up into the light
hands outstretched
movements coordinated
only the nonsense of a lunatic
what makes the moon tick?
face of a clock
winding it’s hands backwards
until the moment when time is nothing
time is nothing to many beings we can’t see
doesn’t make it less true
my spatial dimensions only matter to those that can’t see
shimmering brilliance
and so yet another dance to the moon
who welcomes us
who loves that crazy talk
just chuckle to yourself
and make the words spin
