Stranger Moons

I too am swimming, caught

in the net of stars caught

on water wavering as we waver

into each other's orbits.

Orion turns upside down,

Mars is a medusa

reddish and gravid,

Venus, sunstable, wet,

while the moon recreates itself

over and over, the wake broken

discs of unreliable light

ephemeral as pebbles

skipping across water, wafers

of moon, discs of stone,

transiting from earth and air

to water flecked with tiny fires.

Whether at any time

moons swim with the rays,

bounce with blowfish on sand,

melt with medusas on sunny beaches,

nothing is ever still,

nothing exactly moves,

everything changes in time

or nothing at all.

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