Sometimes reality waxes and wanes
Like the moon and its shadow
over the still shimmering sea,
its path pure.
Sometimes the fish
take the bait,
their blood staining and flooding the water.
Do you drink the one
but not the other?
or is the mixture a delicacy, sauce for the flesh
to savour and suck
fresh off the hook.
Sometimes the night
is more illuminating than the sun.
Music heightens
senses sharpen
minds open to the experience
and words fall into place
on the page
where they can be seen in all their glory,
acknowledged