FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

a surge of feelings
a crash of images in the attic of your mind
there is so much noise
of falling things and shattering of glasses
in your ears
a flash of lights like fireflies
sudden thrushes between here and there
a pendulum of what you want and
what you regret
a trickle of silence
a spread of seepage of dew and dun

everything is happening without a thought
it is like a bird bumping on the glass of the car
you are driving and there is no going back
to see if it is alive
or dead.