The half-moon is a transporter…


A white ceramic bowl brimming with nothing
Yet filled with everything the heart seeks

The lucent moon floats in my private sky
Lugging a teacup of ardent thoughts

Bobbing amid the translucent cotton cloud waves
It cruises the night blue ocean -

Crosses my end, reaches beyond
Gently dashes your edge of the bank

A quick swirl and dainty twirl
The half-moon spills out my heart

Swiftly turn that page over
Bend down, pick it up and take a sip

#karkuzhali
03.05.2020