Imagined

A moon imagined

Behind whimpering clouds

Relieved from the gaze of

Lamps and rooftops

She must be round and plump

With her earth-born goddess

And her magical rabbit

With a Sisyphus

And an undying tree

She must squint at the sun

Blinded from her better reflections

On unscattered clouds

From remote messages

Sent before she was born

She would rather put on some shades

Or hide her face

But that would be

Half a moon away

She would tune in to a blue rock

To its vibes and tides

To occasional chatters

She would think with the back of her head

Of people imagined

With a verse about her. 

- 9/10/2022 at Carrboro, a cloudy, rainy midautumn festival.