There, Beyond, and Back Again

It was simple enough for
flights of fancy to whisk me away,
that morning, in my want of
following the moon into its depths
of tomorrow, to its somewhere else.

I would pursue it, its travels, to see what
it sees, if tasks of normality [?]
didn’t chase after me, nipping at my heels,
and I wondered at those who can slip off
or better yet, shrug away accountability, for

I would go to where the moon goes,
and my thoughts slipped the day
in that unsayable process,
Yes, it is time to observe, again

        

So in feeling these, my muse tones,
a walkabout was required when noon’s hour
fell under me soon enough, and what I would see,
was anyone’s guess; how I would perceive those sights,
still known only to my muse.

So when I observed these flags, I knew…I knew

I thought of the moon again, and in its travels,
what it would see, still out there

I saw that vision as three of the flags flew free,
Country, State, City, and my mind/heart aching,
for the P.O.W. flag wound, bound around its staff,
unable to fly free, a reminder to me,
the one who would feel it as a remembrance of those
who did not return home, and can only be seen,
somewhere else, by my own moon’s glow.

        

And like the moon, I continue to carry
their memory with me, through all my steps,
through all my prayers.