I come from the east unto the west
you from the west unto the east
any day now, any day now
maybe we’ll meet.
West light floods the east woods
in the evening when the birds sing
released from their rampant pens
to frolic in the air like photons.
Elementary, my dear Watson,
east is west and west is east
when the perigee syzygy
pink flower supermoon casts
its widespread net over all
the people listening at once
searching the sky for a message
from the west unto the east.
The Coming of the Toads 