Monday Poem

Imagine This

thing shaped like a dish
saucer moonspan wide in nightsky
laden with milk for a cat
a gesture of someone kind
who is always more than this and
ever less than that

sun up
moon scats

have you noticed that
in a miraculous way fully backed by science
the eyes of truth will always stare you down
in the dark regardless of how you may
hate a fact

Jim Culleny