An Appendant Mirage Poem by A A Umar Udubo

The moon gleams here on the river
amidst stars- varied sizes and shapes
the heavens descend on these waters
so that we may have a closer and truer sight
when the river isn't disturbed
... River's unsettlement distracts and eludes our vision:
keener as we look, hardly do we see the image on the waters
... when we look into the near distant skies
it looks down on our faces with victors glee
we seemed baffled

the image on the waters or do we seek closeness,
transcendence in the near distant skies?

when the moon grows the stars hide their faces in shadows
but
How dark looks a starless skies?