Crazy thoughts

It is evening

and the moon is full

against the blackened

sky and I look out

on to the shrunken

glimpse of the universe.


How fucking small am I?

I think.

Think too much

in the open air of night,

when not perplexed by

the complex day

and seek the moon

and its delight.


I think too much

of the spinning world

that will not stop

and breach its lawful rights.


Crazy thoughts in the

full moon light and

the starry night that

Van Gogh saw

and saw beyond.


Crazy thoughts

for a crazy world,

but here tonight

I am sane at last

with the howling moon

and the breeze blowing

through the black.