the vagrant moon

out of the many
and into the few
seldom if any
fly into the blue,
the moon is a vagrant
and often is hidden
you are a force
not to be bidden,
the clouds of a lifetime
are vague and obscure
except to the ego
which sorts the impure,
the dark of the evening
is only a hint
of a time that is coming
and where it all went.
May 1996