Luna Poem by Louie Vizcarra

Late at night I sit alone
atop the pinnacle of planet earth
that turns, rolls over and groans beneath me
turning slowly
angry at me, and yelling at me because
the weight of my heart tips her scales
seesawing right and left, up and down.
The unbearable weight
of two oceans roaring inside me
that each carry their own tide, coming and receding
tip the delicate balance of night and day.
The weight of my heart is enough to move the cosmos
make the blue of day turn to the black of night
and I as well, dear planet earth, carry this weight
unable to control her fits.

Low tide is night, and I can walk far out on the shore,
Climb the pinnacle of planet earth, and gaze at the moon.
From underneath earth's skin
the moon comes alive
underneath the skin that covers the sphere of the sky.
It beams on the horizon, casting a glow
wriggling like a worm, inching along
and once its risen, it beams as Queen Luna
having escaped from the black tint of darkness.
My two green eyes stare at your oval essence,
while my mouth blows smoke in your white eyes.
Defiantly I lie here, ruler of the earth
you ruler of the sky.
But have your rule, have your time
Because assuredly I promise
High tide is fast on his way.