A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by Amanda Hueli

they will never touch 
a spinning moon
against a breaking ocean.

like two parallel lines
running forever 
yearning to meet
in super-market aisles
amongst the vegetables,
or in the open park
on the frozen bench
glazing over the sun.

an infinite hole 
is lodged between them.
they want to push out
the dulling light

cup it, pure
around their fingertips
give it to the other
like something borrowed
something new. 

on lazy days 
his whispers 
come back.
they have forgotten
how

just like if the moon 
ran his fingers through
the ringlet ocean, 
a whole world
would die away.

so like the moon
they need to run
from the other,
to save them 
from themselves.