The Part of the Moon (Metaphysicals IX)

I play the part of an earthbound
stone   you   the part of the moon 
in this silent   ceaseless   standoff
As a rock   an oversized pebble 
I’m kicked along some city sidewalk 
rolling into a ditch   from which
I see the curve of your shoulder 
turned away   high   beyond wispy clouds
If I could be a monument 
or stone floor   where bent knees bleed 
might I gain your notice? 
If I were bolder   I’d cry out 
complain of your inattention 
yet who am I to dispute?   You know
me   as well as you knew the hand
reaching for the fruit 
If I were a mountain   or craggy
coast   would you command me
to fall into the sea?   Could I dare pray
with your face full on me? 
Your distance is just a pose   mine
a fallacy   I think it mercy
that you feign to turn away

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