We Left Ourselves Alone Too Long

No more super moons this year,
And no more blood moons either,
Just this little squib of light

Up at all odd hours tonight
Above the holy mountains
Of Zion and Samsara.

It can’t begin to compete
With these suburban street lamps
At making shadows monstrous.

I float from my balcony
Over our city of ghosts,
Wondering, where have we gone?

Thirteen-hundred years ago,
Li Bai floated down the Qiang,
Headed for the Three Gorges

As the moon rose from Emei.
He sang of missing someone
But of needing to sail on.