To Be Poem

To Be Poem

To Be,
having not been for
so very long.
How long?
How long?
As long as the universe
and as wide
as her eyes
in this
sad world;
and she looks
at the same moon
as I
and she moves her toes in the dirt
connected to the dirt under me.

Moon I say.


so orange and blue.

You are a pathetic rock

without her eyes

to see you.