We are but two moons

We are but two moons short poem

At the shore of the world
we meet, every day,
as if by accident,
as if we are characters in a play
written by someone else.

At the edge of the world
we meet, every night,
as the sea and sky, pure and naked,
and things fly between our hearts,
things with no shape or purpose.

this is how we live. love.

while everyone hurries in their many-wheeled vehicles
along life’s streets, we roam it’s beaches,
with a child’s ambition, collecting memories,
as one collects seashells.

we are in no hurry.
if someone wants to know,
‘how long is a kiss?’
we will ask, ‘how long is eternity?’

we have nowhere to go.
if someone were to ask,
‘where do you go from here?’
we will ask, ‘where does one go from destination?’

our days stretch into nights.
our nights into weeks, months, years.
we live, savoring each moment like a grape,
flying from moment to moment, as if from dream to dream.

we walk, not to go anywhere,
but to walk.

we lie, not to go to sleep,
but to lie, to listen to our heartbeats.

we are but two moons
going around and around an invisible planet
with no beginning or end.

my love, we live, in that slow autumn hour,
in which leaves fall forever.

here, we ask nothing of each other,
but each other.

here, we ask nothing of the world,
but to leave us alone.

this we know.

what we have now
is what we will ever have.
this breeze, these footprints,
these waves knocking at our feet,
this we know.

alone, in our deathbed,
we shall not remember very many things.
races won, medals,
we shall not remember much
but a sunset shared in silence.
this we know.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Oblivion

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Balaji Gopalan

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I owe all of my poetry to the influence of Pablo Neruda. Reading him 10 years ago on the beaches of Goa, gave me the permission to be who I am and write what I feel. My poetry has never been the same after that. All that I write is an offering to Neruda.
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