One Sky

Forget the moon,
so it falls
fighting the burning tide
between that other sky
and yours.

Forget and my brown hand
kisses its trembling face,
my touch, the moon
crumpling into this memory-
a sea breaks up on us,
my sky and yours.

But give me, this
sad, unending cry-  this hand
that does nothing, nothing
but praise the faceless gods,
and so it will be-
one sky once more.