Alec Ekmekji: [Cool, the moon...]

Cool,
the moon I know knowingly glows
beneath my bare soles
as I gently step
step gently,
try to step gently
among craters.

But ancient pebbles
perforate the skin
and create craters
anew
that creep into the souls
of me and the moon and I wonder: why be a
fool?

Copyright Alec Ekmekji. This poem has appeared in Birthmark: A bilingual anthology of Armenian-American poetry, 1999.