There is an odd feeling of panic
when the thought
‘I don’t know the phase of the moon’
surfaces.

Why this sudden sensation of losing my sea legs?
The evening sky has been filled with thunder
and lightning
instead of stars
to navigate the open waters-
no moon to dream by or to blame for my sleeplessness.

Is it that I feel unmoored?

The hidden unknown moon, the sail of my spirit’s vessel,
leaving me in the doldrums of calm winds.
How can it be calm?
When days had been so hectic until,
lifeless,
she drifted away-
only the flotsam and jetsam washing to shore
leaving me castaway
and
alone
on this moonless night.