Poem

For as long as I can remember
The clouds between us
& the full moon always seem to be the same
A veil
that can resemble wind rippled sand or
a tescilating pattern or
dragon scales

a soft blanket to filter
the pull

to the flowing tides of our hearts
& crashing waves of our minds

the wake of our bodies, small oceans

a veil you can lift through full moon lens
to see the infrastructure
of the mountains
of the sky
of myself
and you

all the same and iridescent glowing

one night there appeared a tunnel,
where the clouds parted ways
a full moon pinhole
and we were
camera obscura
simultaneously leaping up and through it

through this layer of atomosphere

another dimension that mirrored our own