Separation

Seeing the moon in the clear
reflection of the sea in my eyes
I thought of solidification that derived
at the point from where I looked at the sky

The painting that flowed in my eyes
was rapidly getting darker

there are images from my past
and from my future that blend
in a sour tasting coffee that wakes me up each day

Tilting earth causes those shapes in the moon
the rotation, the revolution, the separation
causes the distinction, they said.

The distance between the separated fragments of the moon on the waves
to the distanced half shape of its imaginary twin on the sky
reminds me
of my mother waving goodbye to me on the airport

I wish she knew that we both shared that single moon in
each of our glimpses
as we sighed and drank from our respective cups of coffee
from different universes.

Lets not greet tonight, lets grieve instead.