FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

time for me to go now
outside this
room of dim lights where
i catch words like fireflies
not putting them in jar
so they may die but letting
them go
where they can be free and
then die
in their wildness

the world is not just poetry
it is work too, it is also rain and
road, and law and conversations,

taking coffee at the cafe
sipping time slowly
savoring every second of your
existence
every pleasure of living life
as though it has
no end,

i assure you however that when
i drive my car
and take the road to meaning
i have nothing about
oblivion
or reaching in that chasm
of nihilism

this mustard seed is growing
summon all the birds you love
it is readying itself for the roosting.