Moon Over the Second Night

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

pushed to its limits or so it seems,
so it can’t tell, there’s always one more
step, one more kilometer, one more road
to take. There’s always another blister,
another shell, another arrow to mislead,
to point the way. And then the rain comes
and then the sun sets and the cars whiz by
and the human feeling crumbles on the coast
and there’s always one more,
even when there’s not.

So the moon, so close to arrival, to where
it doesn’t know, stays the course, does another
revolution, tells itself this is the last, winks in the sky
and disappears in a fit of existential crabiness.