Paper moon
She paints a perfect paper
moon,
a shimmering night sky
reflective
of everything searching for a
home
amid these on-off flashing stars
blinking an alternative tune,
a language known only to themselves
and the planets, a magical,
mystical age,
splashes of colour plunging
through time
and galaxies waiting to be found.
She journeys through a Black Hole,
out the other side into pure
meaning,
strangely reassuring, this
unknown,
this wild expanse of openness
where everything emits
potential.
and balances, sticks it to the
ceiling,
where it sits among the
floating stars
journeying and circling all
around it.
There is an arc of silvery
ghostlike walk
where language has been reworked
to sound nothing like what we
say.
She lays back and watches it
all,
this miniature version of the
real,
the hues and details, shine
and sparkles,
this puzzlement without fear
of not knowing. How small she
is
among the sheer mass of it
all,
a waking dream, a figment, so
real.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 30, 2022
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