Gypsy Moon

Before the day breaks
I will remove myself
from the shackles of slumber
walk out into the darkness
to a singular communion

I will breathe in zeroes
exhale in ones

My feet travel by the hundreds
when they are weary and distracting
I turn my gaze to the stars

The moon has returned
from her visit to the dark side

The gypsy sliver fails
to drown out the twinkling lights
surrounding
and I can still imagine
lightness to my form
as my blood absorbs oxygen

I almost float
to the heavens
searching for my own singular place
to shine

As I exhale
feeding the trees
that begin to shade me
from the oncoming promise
day’s fire and heat
my thoughts return
to more earthly treasures

the sounds of baby goats
rustling for ruffage
the rush of water
falling on a shallow pool
the impression a human makes
against the dark and encompassing air
merely by existing
within a set of defined parameters
ready to face once more
the onslaught of another promised day