moon

restless
and the moon made me feel little tonight
a spot
an ash
in the breeze.
puddles from yesterday
power lines glistening with energy
moistness reflecting starlight
talking about things
conversation and smoke.
a good day
but restless.
we share the restlessness
all of us here,
unsure... not of ourselves
but of what we are doing with ourselves
with what we are doing here.
ashes to ashes to ashes to dust:
we won't be dust
we'll float like smoke
and find the answers.