Mayko

outside nothing stirs,
occasionally a lazy cloud
glides across the tarnished moon,
a slow-motion camera shutter
sleep defying blink,
light into darkness into light
then motionless once more

it’s easy to become snake-eyed,
my saucer size pupils
glare at a single point
a lichen covered stone toad
urgently willing movement,
my brain elects to play the game
improvises a shudder
then sniggers patronizingly
I am so easily fooled

Through this silver, charcoal, silver repartee
I am lost to a Zen torpor
the same word revolves
halo-like
speechless
peace
light into darkness into light

© Graham Sherwood 06/2017