The moon

Sitting by the lake
a sea of calm water
I see
reflection of the moon.
Ordinary
thought I.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven...
I start my journey home.

Bathing in the silhouette
a sea of shadows
I see
the moon lingering behind a cloud.
Obscure
thought I.

Twelve, one, two...
I hasten my pace.

 Standing at the junction
a sea of total darkness
I see
nothing.
Fazed
became my mind.

Three, four, five...
I panic.

To the left, right, front, back,
the moon I see.
Comforted became my mind.

Six, seven, eight...
home I reach.
Perfect.