Mother Is Not Impressed

Where they met in that midnight meadow
a coyote ring had spawned
a small crop circle of flattened hill grass
a soft bed with a view of the infinite connection
spilled moonlight filled the bowl

and only moonshadow fell where their bodies
touched

rocketeers they thought themselves
drumming in primal accord one another
space pilots
hurdling through the encompassing maw
visited by passing luminaries
those shooting stars

her eye pointing to distant diamonds
his eye pointing to the center of creation
visitors aboard the bosom of Great Gaia
who thought (in that small moment)
their coupling more meaningful
than it actually was.

TA