The moon hangs onto something the physical eyes cannot see.
The moon offers a glimpse.
The moon teases with enough surface exposed to excite.
I would hang my hat on the moon if I believed
enough in what is beyond here, believed
that this reality is what we make it, and if I desired
I would be able to reach out and caress the rocky outlines.
And in the moment of non-thought / letting go
I realize my jacket covers what is not seen.