tending the moon

early morn-
ing and i
can't sleep
(again locked
in thoughts for
long periods -
cosmo some
-one called
me once - and
in these thoughts
i get lost and stay
awake for many 
hours at a time
and then sleep
with schedule 
so messed
up again)
hovering at
the edge,
walking
around
the 
outer
rim, i
see down
there, those
feelings down 
there in the sub-
conscious and with
a conscience, i don't
slip and fall downward,
and in words i look into
myself (inwards) and in 
this self i see i some-
times only see this
image i've built up
in my mind rather
than the realness
of who i am as 
seen and experienced
by other people.
there are small pieces
of the moon missing
and most say it's the
result of large rocks
hitting the surface years
and years ago, but i know
they're missing pieces, as if
someone took multiple bites 
out of it. and i've sat
and stared at the moon-
scape for many hours at a 
time and sometimes a 
section of the moon
just disappears (from
earth you can't see it,
but get a taste of it 
with the moon changing
size and shape and color.)
i think it has something
to do with people slowly
losing love, forgetting
the feelings that make
the moon work, hanging
up here in the ever
changing, ever ex-
panding universe.
and verses from
the moon fall
back to earth
in autumn on
predefined paths,
letters and stanzas
sprinkled across 
continents for
explorer poets
and readers to
find years from 
now when they
need those 
words 
the 
most.

and...
...most of the words
have been said 
before
...my mind is still
active, still seeing
the surface of the
moon shifting
slightly
...camping here and
exploring here on 
the edge of this
so called crater
on the moon 
with no end
in sight at
the center,
over here,
up here i
close my
eyes and
see the
oceans
of earth
being 
effected
by the pull
of the moon
so far away.