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Every so often, a double moon surfaces on a shore of clouds encircling my home. However ample the evidence, whatever statistics scientists have accumulated, I resolve that we have not a solitary moon, but two. So all this time, I stand, viewing my reflection in puddles during thundershowers, feeling dissolved, longing to coagulate before some bird drinks out of me -- last month, I ran after a child, who appeared to have been myself as a child, following him down the important street names of my past before cornering him against the building of my old grammar school, only to discover that the poets were right: everyday, reasoning, trying to verify, you never grasp it, staring at an illusion so unceasingly real, though having long convinced yourself it was not. |
| Roger Pao's poems have appeared in the anthology A Moment to Reflect, for which he won an Editor's Choice Award, Footprints Magazine, In the Grove Magazine, and Gumball Poetry. His work has also been accepted for future publication in Little Brown Poetry, The Bay Review, and L'Intrigue Web Magazine. He can be reached by email to rpao@mail.com. |