Moon on My Toe

like a stone upon a toe
upon a nerve

the weight of the moon
is resting upon a palm frond

I can feel the pain, the pinch
though it is just paint on wood

I hear her exclaim ouch
in agony, continually

she's placed the moon
upon a palm frond

the wind unable to make it dance
with the moon resting on it

she unable to dance
in anguish, in agony
tortured as she is

not right in the head, in the brain

how beautiful her blue eyes are
against her sun-baked, sun turned skin

where she's from, confusing, amusing
though it is no laughing matter

her father sits/
her parents live
in a house upon
one of the island's highest hills


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
11:06 a.m. 13.02.09