By Craig Kirchner
I have lived with over 27,550 moons.
Weather permitting, I speak to them.
Occasionally, one speaks back
depending on my schedule and needs.
Tonight, he’s full, starts the conversation.
This is new and exhilarating,
he describes quite poetically that he
sees himself as an island of truth.
I am responsible for tides, time and light,
my phases affect your sleep, he smiles.
I help birds migrate, navigate, and now
I need to get involved; it is true that
truth is subjective, depending on the tides,
two people will see the same event and have
different recollections, descriptions, analysis -
a third comes along and says it didn’t happen.
He says earth’s aura is turning murky grey,
indicating that its credibility is burning out,
that the lying and hate have become normal,
and the universe, the galaxies are watching,
They always have, thinking man humorous until
the last hundred years, caging, killing your young
isn’t acceptable. I see karma in man’s horoscope,
the planets aligning. You should leave, find an island.
Craig Kirchner thinks of poetry as hobo art, loves storytelling. He has had two poems nominated for the Pushcart, and has a book of poetry, Roomful of Navels.
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