sunrise, moonglow

—
i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise

and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow

i thought i’d die
by 25,
not by choice
but by surprise

i thought i’d break
a bone by now,
Superman is in town

i thought i saw
my mother’s ghosts,
in every single
word i wrote

and i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise

and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow

i think i die
at 45,
not by choice
but by surprise

i think i’ll break
some bones right now,
Spaghetti Western style

my father’s ghost
is what i saw,
he looked like
he saw it all

the sunrise,
the moonglow,
what’s above
and what’s below

i looked at him,
he looked like me,
that’ll be
enough for me
—

“sunrise, moonglow”
©Steven Cuenca