the moon (as object)

the moon (as object)

by Jared Simmonds

you rest there, a beauty

perhaps installed by evolution

or a product of divinity:

(puzzled generations

lapping fires, gazing at you

like a god);

a pearl upon Venus’ necklace, dangling

amongst an eternity of onyxes.

a beauty

so virtuous and tranquil

that I know you are neither of those things:

you are greater,

richer, heavier, purer than the Word,

and I’m left dazed:

searching, scrabbling for a definition,

escaping even the beholder.