One Poem by Lora Cooley

In the twentieth century the world sat on the edge
Waiting for something
Convinced that there are three lost continents
We are One: The Lovers
Romantic relationships took on the character of ice in the spring
Stranding many on jagged inhospitable floes
Nobody knew what to make of the moon anymore
A certain night in August the moon was so bloated it tipped over
Leaving people to wonder
Does the moon have a purpose?
Albert Camus says the only important question is whether to kill yourself or not
Tom Robbins said the only important question is whether time has a beginning and an end
But there is only one important question
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me this and I will tell you whether to kill yourself
Answer me and I will ease your mind about time's beginning and end
Answer me and I will show you the purpose of the moon