[POEM] Day

Day

The scattered mind moves

at athousandmilesperhour

inalldirections y’know the other

Day I saw themooninmid-

afternoon, and I stopped. Iwasperplexed

at howthemoon with

all hissecrets could be sovulnerable

given the opportunity— laterthat

Day,     Iwent tosee

cancerpatients andasIstood inthecorner

of     thatclinic, Iwitnessed

The cancerpatient shootup intothesky,

transform intoamillion tinystars—

what wasonce an enclosed

clinicspace, now is

anopenfield, and the closespace

and the timeIhadleft totellthem

Ilovedthem werenow the same—

andIsawthemoon! Iwouldsay, Isawthemoon

    in the     middle        oftheday,

            and Isaw awhitecoat clouding

overit, andthemoon, nor

the million tinystars couldsee

mytears: and wasn’t

that such a beautiful

Day?