This Moon That Knows Me

As I melt into these murky waters,

a meditation on misplacement,

molding my body,

while the moon sprinkles

down, the mellow light,

and I wrestle mindlessly,

a maid to the water,

to the moon light,

and the mercy and might,

of the mirthful serenity, this night.

Can you smooth down the marred

edges of this mangled misery?

Oh moon, can you map this melody

the music this night, of the swift meekness

this magical moment,

where all I hear for miles,

is the mud’s mellifluous melt,

it’s mutterings to the beating ripples,

the marble surface, munificently holding me,

against the mire.

Moreover, I know

my muck will spring up with the sun

and I’ll miss this moon.

This moon that knows me.