Hunter’s Moon
Drunk and stupid
I fell back from fire
And banged my head
On the universe.
Above me hung
A question mark,
Confirming endless
Complication.
Once I thought
I had it, had it all:
Things were simple,
People were reasonable -
Life had a pattern,
And I had my place
With birds and flowers
And stars.
But, suddenly,
The universal cycle
And all the river’s
Nightly noises
Passed through glass
In a cell without air,
And nothing means
Anything now.
