Tipsy Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The moon circum-
navigates the lamppost
- O, my joy! -
that greets me as I come
through the revolving door!

Such a frivolity of rain!
Ahoy there!

I trampoline across
the cobblestones!
Circle the wind in my arms!

O, the circum-
navigating moon!

twirling! twirling!

I return to circum-
navigate…to
navigate the circum-
navigating lamp-
post

– O, my joy! –

in and out through
the revolving door
I enfold
the encircling moon
in my adoring arms!