East Of the Moon

Out on the
sea

trying not to
be

oceans of old
still

running rushing
free

down in those
landscapes

east of the
moon.

Under the sky
white

frozen mountains
seem

to fly down there
in

the valley east of the
moon.

Star-form of clouds
far

from the crowds animals
forage

just trying to
be.

Let us be left alone
as

we run:  east of the
moon.