Transfixed

When you stare at a full moon, does it map a heart distracted? does it bear grief-thoughts caught by light refractive? does it shred a net of self protection? is it a lunar mirror of your own reflection? A glow to seize the brass ring of one's attention Tell me, does your settled glance kick start solumn meditation? Do you ponder a kneeling peace of enviable salvation? Is a world in fractions a baffling link, distraction? Or is a stare uncharted, simply wonder drifting? A gaze that softly moulds your face in night. Lumbering moments to close the buzzing chords of blight Questions unanswered that seal the wounded light Poem revised: February 15, 2021