For the first time I watched a full moon then,
without thinking of love and romance much,
or other clutter of my human brain
that had nothing to do with moon or such.
I watched the moon and thought how nice a cup
of hot chocolate would be now. Right here and when.
My hands were ice. I looked above. Hot chocolate.
Maybe because this is the thousandth moon
or more, that I don’t feel of moons the way I did before
or maybe that you never felt the same.
Another moon with just another name
would not do. My hands were ice. Hot chocolate.
For the first time I could watch a moon so full
and only think of hot chocolate in a cup.