on a day when the moon is heavy
when gravity runs down my pants
when cells are sensitive
to complaining winds and whines
when one word, one cocked-eyebrow
one tone delivered slightly too high
pushes me out of my skin, out there
where life is frustrating the dripping tap, pushing me
out where it excludes ‘in here’
(when will I ever find my self back here
with all the rustling and scattering
of me?) I part the veil between the sun and the moon
and find it is completely, entirely, utterly
as it is, as it should be, it is the full story
it is neither in nor out, it is perfectly
dancing, it has no exceptions
it is only acceptance
it is a day with a heavy moon
Tags: 2008, acceptance, Billy, frustration, love
