The moon is the crisp ,clean shirt
wrenched from my back.
The lake contains the stars,
an upside down sky.
The pebbles tossed are comets
slicing the surface,tumbling
to earth.
I\'m trying to fill the universe
one throw at a time.
A passage for a paper boat
folded from lives unlived
crashing through the body
of the ocean .Searching for
the swaying light of a port.