Monday, April 19, 2021

Night Clarity

I go through the day not knowing anything.
Everyone hides behind a smokescreen. 
The stories people tell, I can't tell what is real.
The details are never as I recall,
      The moral always escapes me.

In the dark of the evening
The moon makes it through the clearing,
Its pockmarks so recognizable --
Something wholly inexplicable 
      That I somehow know.