' I've never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him.' ~GALILEO GALILEI~
Never met a man
who didn't understand the
phases of the moon.
Then, I ran into you,
All that's left? Rocks and
dust from the moon.
You try hiding behind the grimace
of a barn owl's heart shaped skull and face
seeing where it takes you.
Again, I run into you.
Athena sits atop this rocking chair
while you just sit and stare.
Nothing phases you;
not rocks nor dust
nor phases of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem