In the Garden of the Moon

Light in the garden of the moon

inhabits all of its surroundings,

lending them an ethereal glow,

opaque or translucent,

depending on their

molecular composition.

I fell asleep solving

quadratic equations

in the garden of the moon

and awoke in a world

of topological mists.

I sowed the seeds

of my discontent in

the garden of the moon,

and reaped an amplitude

of bus tickets and foreign scrip.

I summed my worth

in the garden of the moon

and sensed the arrival

of a curious horizon.

I know when I leave

the garden of the moon

it will grow on without

me and within me.

I thought I once

heard ancient music

in the garden of the moon,

but it was only the

insistent beat of existence.