Journey

How dumb he was to wipe the blood from his eye

where he was sucker-punched and stagger out

onto the Plaza blind. He had been waiting

all night for the acorn moon and eating pineapple

topping over his ice cream and arguing

either physics or philosophy. He thinks,

at this late date, it was the cave again

throwing a shadow, although it may have been

only some way of reconciling the two

oblivious worlds, which was his mission anyhow—

if only there was a second moon. He had a

kind of beard and though he could practically lift

the front end of a car and was already

reading Blake, he had never yet tasted honey.