Under A Full Moon Poem by Raymond Farrell

Tonight
As I sit
Under the locust tree
I see a full moon
I am certain
It does not exist
Only when I look at it
And am equally certain
The locust tree
Whose trunk
I can reach out and touch
Also exists but not only
When I am looking at it
Or have it in mind
For this aspect of reality
Is tangible and objective
And not just
A construct of my mind
I may perceive all
In my own unique way
But still the moon and locust tree
Are as they are
Irrespective
Of how I perceive them.